Anger

I knocked on the door with
Rage climbing my throat.

“Where is he?”
And when he appeared with a heavy sigh,
I spilled black ire all over him.

I was soaked in indignation.
I was fighting SO HARD for us —
Why wasn’t he?

The love we had shared went sour
Like old milk,
Scented with acrimony, enmity, malice.

The person who had promised to love me forever
Didn’t.

Vexation.

How do you keep your vows
When the other person only wants out?

And underneath my choler,
Was staying together what I really wanted?