Flood

The flood you caused

makes you turn a blind eye

but when I turn

the fault is suddenly mine.



The water from my eyes

burns from your lies

It spills into puddles

dripping on the floor

forcing it's presence

more and more



The dam of my feelings

breaks with the weight

but as quickly as it rushes

It boils into hate



I fantasize to be dry

and memorize the wet lines

wishing for the day

the rage finally dies.