LOVE TURNS LOUD

There are days

I carry so much anger

it hums under my skin,

ready to burst

from just a small touch.

So I stay away.

Not because I hate,

but because I care.

I don’t want it to spill

on anyone near.

And then the doctor said,

“That anger was once love

just in a shape

that didn’t get

what it hoped for.”

And somehow,

that made it hurt more.