The first is the dry anger, the hate and disgust for another. The shouting, the screaming, the throwing things across the room. The blood boiling in your veins, pumping your heart. It's the rush that can drive you to do stupid things, like say you don't love them anymore, or calling their best friend better looking. You can slam doors and turn over tables but the "sorry," you get makes it all better.
The dry anger will fade, eventually.
The second, is wet anger. Tears and sobs echoing in witnesses eyes and ears. You try to cling on to everything you have, but it doesn't happen. Life doesn't work like that. The last thing you remember is curling up into a ball and shuffling into a corner, away from the hurt, hiding from the pain that ails you. Your body aches and your lungs want to give out. A "sorry," may be uttered, but it doesn't mean anything.
The wet anger, never leaves your mind.
When you say sorry, I know if you mean it. I know you well enough to distinguish the fake apologies and the real ones. Although I don't hate you, or feel any anger towards you, I don't want a "Sorry," this time.
The dry anger will fade, eventually.
The second, is wet anger. Tears and sobs echoing in witnesses eyes and ears. You try to cling on to everything you have, but it doesn't happen. Life doesn't work like that. The last thing you remember is curling up into a ball and shuffling into a corner, away from the hurt, hiding from the pain that ails you. Your body aches and your lungs want to give out. A "sorry," may be uttered, but it doesn't mean anything.
The wet anger, never leaves your mind.
When you say sorry, I know if you mean it. I know you well enough to distinguish the fake apologies and the real ones. Although I don't hate you, or feel any anger towards you, I don't want a "Sorry," this time.
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