My emotions are like a pistol in a holster.
I've kept them seated for weeks, trying to convey a maturity.
I don't need you to turn to, and I grow a little each day.
Change is hard, but our vignette was harder.
Chapter by chapter we grew more climactic.
Drama begets danger, and the ringing sounds like shrill bells, each one screaming a letter of your name.
I put on my headphones and get to work.
I will undo the anger I've seen, you can't drag me under.