Mix it

Yes, I miss you. But I can either spend the rest of my days trying to mix oil and water, or I can just the let the two separate, and accept the fact they will never go together.

Rage

People are put into your life for a reason, for good and for bad. You are the reason I am strong. The reason you will never see me cry. Too many times you took your words and slammed them down on me like a barricade. I am constantly reminded of why I will never let myself go back to that place. You know how to get to me, how to get just under the surface of my skin, and dig, and dig, and dig, until I am consumed with disgust. You are a snake. Poison. So, I became fire. My skin is a little thicker now, and over my dead body, you will never crawl into me again.