Obliteration

My frustration towards the world some how keep coming back to hurt her. I just don't know if I can weather the storm this time, though I can't deny the crime is my own demise. But the Tides of my injustice Washes up on the shore of my mind while I expect divine intervention or at least wish for permission to forget. Every day it's a new way to slay righteous with my malice.My heart isnt cold as ice but lately it's had a sour twist like a Sierra mist. I get pissed at things out of my control , sometimes I feel engaged to a world of rage. As I'm searching for clues of feelings I'm amazed by the puzzle of Love. The Moon glows a certain way now, the clouds open up a spotlight for me when she's around my poetry is reality. In all actuality I open up like heart surgery and she gives me excitement like a sugary rush. When she's angry at me the world's colors seem to fade away almost like a grey vision, The stars don't shine so bright no more the moon hides from me, the sun beams on me harder, at the end of I feel less smarter & her fragrance becomes Odorless. Is it my arrogance that got me in this predicament? Or is me trying avoid the pressure like a QB post cadence. Pains me to believe I can cause as much damage as I did.