Ketled Feelings

A teachers comment boiled over, and I could only weep in her shoulder, wanting the other to leave forever. To L.B.

High but low

Is the feelings that dwell inside.

Long before the comment was made

They boiled in a ketle

Waiting to steam and cool.

These feelings were cause by you,

And these feelings caused me to break.

 

I could only hold on 

By shedding the tears

That had long suffered.

You held me tightly,

Told me everything would be fine,

Told me that she was no good either.

 

I nodded and wept,

Ruining your shirt with the tears

That were ruining me.

"I'm just so lost,"

I confessed, a tear hitting your palm.

You held me and said,

"We all are."

 

High but low

Is the feelings that dwelled inside.

Long before the comment was made

They boiled in a ketle

Waiting to steam and cool.

These feelings were cause by you,

And these feelings caused me to break.