Thrown Away

I don't want to be angry
but I am.
I don't want to punch a wall
so I resist the urge and
my fists shake with the
restraint.
I don't want to scream
at the top of my lungs
so I stifle and muffle
the sounds.
Like you did long ago.
Similar to tying up a bag of
crying kittens to
throw off a bridge
(And I hate that analogy
But it fits.)
I wanted to be everything
to you.
Simple enough, right?
Your rock
Your lover
Your friend
But you tied that bag
tight with lies and
deceit and with
a grand heave
you tossed it
to the heavens
just to watch it fall
down
down
down
until it hit the
frigid flowing waters
to carry the mewling
sounds of me far away downstream,
bag finally sinking to the
bottom to lie
and die
and decay
away.