Love and Anger

Love and Anger

Why do I do it ?
What on Earth do I think I'm going to achieve ?
Just waiting to tear into it,
A knife through thinnest, finest silk.
This argument I feel, waiting to happen,
and I won't walk away.
Too stubborn to just let it float away,
out into the vastness of peaceful air.
Instead, tearing and destroying,
beautiful, delicate silk.
Damaging it, hurting what I adore.
Hurting myself more.
At what risk ?
Ruining that which I cherish,
to a point where it disintegrates,
falling away from my hands
as I struggle to hold onto the remains.