Done

I was angry before.
It mounted in me as the foundations were shaken
The benthic depths of being
Lurched at the faultline
Raw red-hot reaction bubbled forth
No longer small enough to be quenched by the cool tides of rationalization
Casting the cardinal glow suppressed for too long
On ugly toothy faces of truth wriggling and grinning at me
Truth in a situation masked by your words
YOUR words.

Because YOUR words were what mattered
YOUR feelings had to be catered to
YOU and YOUR expectations
YOUR standards
Of what I needed to be.

My plates didn't like being jabbed at just so
You and your fracking words jarred tectonics into motion
A rumble beneath my benthic being, and the cool mind followed
Heated by the reactionary magmatic impulse
It surged forward precisely as physics would have it
Following the variables and equations, you could have predicted it
Potential became kinetic
And you didn't move
You didn't MOVE.

Why could you never MOVE?
Why couldn't you ADAPT to situations
BEND a little so I didn't have to do it all
Because there was only so far I was willing to BEND OVER
Before I BROKE.

But when the surf met the shore
When will met way
It wasn't hot anymore
The molten fire cooled and hardened with time
Sharp igneous memories lay vaguely back in my depths
The wave crashed, and the spray was cool
As I quietly cut away the ties holding me to your pier
I drifted away from your shore, and it wasn't an act of God
I left because I chose to do it
After seeing the wreckage I'd become if I stayed.