I am not a fan of harsh feelings
I dislike the acrid taste of rage
the burn of anger’s bitterness on my tongue
I don’t favor fury
don’t embrace the inferno that rises with its arrival
I’m not a sharpened sword
a weapon for enemies to fall upon
my heart is too soft for that
it’s all gentle breezes and quiet music and love
even in my anger there is love
to hate is to forcefully stop loving you
to erase you from my heart completely
giving you no laughter or tears anymore
until you are lost to me
forgotten on purpose
and left behind
harsh feelings [poem]
Larissa Lee 