Oct 2015
If I Could Write Anger into Poetry
If I could write anger into poetry I'd write about how five months with someone has led me to almost 6 months of insanity
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how he said he was depressed his sophomore year but I knew "was" wasn't the right tense of the word and I didn't say anything more
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how ******* him didn't change the way he treated me (not that I ever imagined we'd be here)
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about all the times he swore he wasn't talking to her
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I begged him to stay
If I would write anger into poetry I would write about my headache from screaming so loud the night I found out he was talking to her
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about the time they walked by me in the hallway and all of a sudden it all became too real; I was nothing.
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about the pit in my stomach and the tears in my eyes as I watched them wear matching colors at prom
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about watching the girl who called me " the ****** ex" take a snipe of me and send it to him as if I am blind to other teenage girls
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I swear I can still smell his cologne in the passenger seat of my car
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how he broke up with me when all I wanted was him and he didn't break up with her when she cheated on him and how that makes me feel like every atom of my being is nothing
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I dreamt of literally trying to strangle an apology out of him and he kept saying "no, no, no"
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how that doesn't compare to the dreams where he kisses my neck and tells me he still loves me
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about suddenly waking up at 5:00 am because my blood is boiling about the time almost a year ago we were waiting in line for popcorn and he said that his parents wouldn't care if he died and I didn't say anything more
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I watched him laugh with his friends in school about how he ripped me apart vein by vein and months later he tries to tell me he is sorry
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how socially embarrassing it is to confide in the one person who betrayed you
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how he's gotten worse and there's nothing I can say, nothing I can do. I am meaningless now.
If I could write anger into poetry, I would.
If I could write anger into poetry I'd write about how five months with someone has led me to almost 6 months of insanity
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how he said he was depressed his sophomore year but I knew "was" wasn't the right tense of the word and I didn't say anything more
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how ******* him didn't change the way he treated me (not that I ever imagined we'd be here)
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about all the times he swore he wasn't talking to her
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I begged him to stay
If I would write anger into poetry I would write about my headache from screaming so loud the night I found out he was talking to her
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about the time they walked by me in the hallway and all of a sudden it all became too real; I was nothing.
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about the pit in my stomach and the tears in my eyes as I watched them wear matching colors at prom
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about watching the girl who called me " the ****** ex" take a snipe of me and send it to him as if I am blind to other teenage girls
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I swear I can still smell his cologne in the passenger seat of my car
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how he broke up with me when all I wanted was him and he didn't break up with her when she cheated on him and how that makes me feel like every atom of my being is nothing
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I dreamt of literally trying to strangle an apology out of him and he kept saying "no, no, no"
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how that doesn't compare to the dreams where he kisses my neck and tells me he still loves me
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about suddenly waking up at 5:00 am because my blood is boiling about the time almost a year ago we were waiting in line for popcorn and he said that his parents wouldn't care if he died and I didn't say anything more
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I watched him laugh with his friends in school about how he ripped me apart vein by vein and months later he tries to tell me he is sorry
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how socially embarrassing it is to confide in the one person who betrayed you
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how he's gotten worse and there's nothing I can say, nothing I can do. I am meaningless now.
If I could write anger into poetry, I would.
