Last night,
I lost my temper.
I raised my voice,
and fought back tears.
It wasn't you, my love,
that my rage was sparking for
It was all the world around us
and the way it tries to let us down.
After you hung up
I cursed at my ceiling
and pointed my finger at empty space
and told it I would not stand for it any more.
All my life, I have held my tongue.
And let rivers rush over me, and blue birds fly by.
But not now. Not after you. Not after this.
I will not sit in silence.
I will stand on the corner and shout at the stars
until you can hear me calling you home.
The truth of your words should be added to the official definition of beauty. Love.
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