Anger Poem by Chelsea Crisman

He holds me through the night.
He doesn't let go, his grip is tight.
I fill his being as he uses me as he wants.
I'm in his mind sending him taunts.
You're afraid of us together.
You know I'll be here forever.

He loves me so,
He'll never let go.
I control his mind—
I'm the reason for what there is to find.
You can't watch me rule his thoughts.
You try and try, but it's for naught.

He sees red,
He can't get me out of his head.
I love this struggle for power,
It is the sweetest smelling flower.
You see that I'm winning.
You can't break this weave I'm spinning.

He tries and tries until it's done.
He's given up and there's no more fun.
I reside here now, there's nothing you can do.
I am who he clings to, he won't need you.
You walk away full of hurt,
You don't even know about this silent sport.

He's alone now, except for me.
He never lets me rest through his crying.
I am replenished by his silent tears.
I know that this was his secret fear.
You hear on the news of a man gone insane.
You know it is him, drowning in his pain.

He wants me gone, he wants you back.
He blames himself for turning black.
I know of his desires,
I am the one who fueled those fires.
You see past me and into him.
You pull me from him and this is the end.