The anger, I was foolish enough, to look into those cold dark eyes, and fall into them like rabbit holes. To reach for you hand only to grasp nothing. This i what heartbreak is, this pain, the realization, that the rainbow has no end. That the love your chasing after will always be just outside the grasp of your fingertips. Just the acceptance, that, i can't make you love me, it's like grieving, of an old me, the one who believed in love at first sight. That believed in the end of the rainbow. Wrath is like this, pure anger, anger that makes everything feel cold. I am in mourning. Is this how it feels for you, chasing after her? This how it always ends. A mess. And somehow the old me still whispers, still longs for you, the calloused fingers, the hair dark as the nights sky, shoulders broad as the sea. When i close my eyes. I see you, every detail of your face, every wrinkle, mole, every everything. It makes me go through this again. And yet, what hurts more, is your still here, like a perfect person, listening to me pour my heart out to you, and you still hold me, and say everything is ok, that lie, it holds me together, like the cheap glue, holding the broken china doll together.