Hiding From The Rage

I spend a lot of time
Hiding From The Rage.

My old scars are
Shiny and new now
I ball my rage up
Into something bright and
Hard.

I tuck it away
In the dark where
No one can see it
Where I can fondle it
and gorge myself on it.

My rage is more satisfying
Than any lover
It quiets my impulse
To damage me you him her them.

Amo Amos Amat
Fuck love
Fuck me
Until the rage
Is spent

Until we're broken
Bleeding dead
Dying to tell you

It'll be okay
It's always okay
I make it okay for you.

Okay for you for me
But I don't trust you
With my rage-

Not anymore.
Our okay is too fragile
For rage for fear for doubt.

So stay away from my rage
It's mine, only mine
Pure and untouched
Molded by you and
Every other fucker who
Couldn't handle it.
Men and women who
Spend their days
Hiding from the rage.