Rage Against The Heart


the choice between blood and love.
and what of it?
what of that choice between two distinctly
different yet equally as intense loves?
flip sides of the same coin.
i was angry. because i would have done it.
i would have stayed there with you forever
given them away.
i was angry because i loved you that much.
i was angry because *you chose them*.
and what now?
am i doomed to a life where the best that i am offered
is bittersweet?
i should write bad cliche love songs
and sing them in the same coffeehouse every thursday
warn the same small group of people
of the danger and questionable sanity of love.
we all have to start off somewhere, don't we?
and who knows, maybe i'll get "discovered"
and i'll be in a band and write bad cliche ROCK songs
and then i can warn half the free world.
they'll call me something like
"sarah mclachlan with the attitude of courtney love".
then the anger would have an actual purpose
other than driving me closer to insanity.
but even if i'm never a rock star i'll always be angry.
because i would have chosen love over blood.
i am angry because i love you that much.


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