How the softness of grief gives way to anger.
There is no crying but there is this feeling...

I keep my temper but I am angry.
I save my arguments for in the shower...

That pivotal moment you decide for the first time...
You grapple with your urges and find it within...

I walked every avenue of avoidance just to find...
Everytime I shut down the experience it resurfaced...

It's the song I had on repeat when I was broken.
The one I kept going back too...