Break up

Anger and Pain, a deathly venom in the veins,
A shadow of despair upon my shoulders.
I can breathe but stale air.
My legs step only slowly. vision blurs. Nausea.
Hung over with sadness from days before.

Would that I could weep to clean it all away.
My trembling hand had caressed the car door.
Dare I open it to dash my body on the road.
To be run over like a rag doll.
But I do not have the guts, or I have to many other reasons to live.
And I am glad that is what I chose.
Harden my heart and move on.
Foolish to open it up carelessly anyway.
Shall I wipe clean all of it, sweet and bitter? And Can I?

My heart seeks you out, yet fearful of your harshness and your love both,
for both have heated intensity.