Done

I was angry before. 
It mounted in me as the foundations were shaken 
The benthic depths of being 
Lurched at the fault-line 
Raw red-hot reaction bubbled forth 
No longer small enough to be quenched by the cool tides of rationalization 
Casting the cardinal glow suppressed for too long 
On ugly toothy faces of truth wriggling and grinning at me 
Truth in a situation masked by your words 
YOUR words. 

Because YOUR words were what mattered 
YOUR feelings had to be catered to 
YOU and YOUR expectations 
YOUR standards 
Of what I needed to be. 

My plates didn't like being jabbed at just so 
You and your fracking words jarred tectonics into motion 
A rumble beneath my benthic being, and the cool mind followed 
Heated by the reactionary magmatic impulse 
It surged forward precisely as physics would have it 
Following the variables and equations, you could have predicted it 
Potential became kinetic 
And you didn't move 
You didn't MOVE. 

Why could you never MOVE? 
Why couldn't you ADAPT to situations 
BEND a little so I didn't have to do it all 
Because there was only so far I was willing to BEND OVER 
Before I BROKE. 

But when the surf met the shore 
When will met way 
It wasn't hot anymore 
The molten fire cooled and hardened with time 
Sharp igneous memories lay vaguely back in my depths 
The wave crashed, and the spray was cool 
As I quietly cut away the ties holding me to your pier 
I drifted away from your shore, and it wasn't an act of God 
I left because I chose to do it 
After seeing the wreckage I'd become if I stayed.