When she was the one who loved me, she asked:
"How can you be some calm?"
Less of a question,
more of an accusation,
as all arguments possess.
I found it interesting.
I'm sure at the time
my answer was melancholy
Sad, even.
In truth, I couldn't answer.
Not properly.
Not in the moment.
The reason is simple.
I think there is something
inherently beautiful
in being a person born
from violence,
rage,
hatred.
Evil.
And through all of that
being someone who
until their last scrap patience
will choose a path of calm,
peaceful,
gentle.
Sadness.
It is easier to be angry
than it is to be sad.
I would rather be sad
than point the anger I bury
at you.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 5:10 PM UTC
When she was the one who loved me, she asked:
"How can you be some calm?"
Less of a question,
more of an accusation,
as all arguments possess.
I found it interesting.
I'm sure at the time
my answer was melancholy
Sad, even.
In truth, I couldn't answer.
Not properly.
Not in the moment.
The reason is simple.
I think there is something
inherently beautiful
in being a person born
from violence,
rage,
hatred.
Evil.
And through all of that
being someone who
until their last scrap patience
will choose a path of calm,
peaceful,
gentle.
Sadness.
It is easier to be angry
than it is to be sad.
I would rather be sad
than point the anger I bury
at you.