Can you take back the anger?
You poured it down my throat
– can you please take it back?
I think it’s poisoned my soul.
Cracked away at the smile.
Smiling used to be easy,
did you know that I used
to say that I loved you?
Anger like vile bile in my throat.
I don’t think it’s fair that you still
love me. Besides, even if you do;
anger has replaced the love I
once had exclusively for you.
Can you take back the anger?
You rubbed it into the wounds
where once you would lay flowers,
now there only lies half-empty
love
Can we take back the anger?
The things that I said, I didn’t
mean it. I think I’m better off
dead.
Can we take back the anger?
Written by Jess Wilmot
Jess is a writer, performer and superhero enthusiast. Her passion for the pen was realised in Year Two, when Jess wrote ‘The Three Little Pigs’ in the mother’s point of view, in which Mother Pig was in the midst of a passionate affair with the Big Bad Wolf. She’s currently developing her performance poetry passion in the Leicester/Nottingham scenes.
Contact her using JessWillmott_Writer@outlook.com
