I’m angry

I’m angry at the situation we were in, feeling helpless faced with extraordinary pressures beyond our control.

I’m angry for you making me feel safe enough to take down my guard and now I wish I never had.

I’m angry at you for not trying hard enough to fix this with me and resigning yourself to a “feeling”.

I’m angry at you for telling me you loved me and still kissing me when you knew I desperately wanted you.

I’m angry most knowing that I’m so in love with you. That all this anger I feel, I still make excuses for you because I love you and I’m angry at myself because I know in a heartbeat id take you back and try to never let you go.