Your Poetry Dot Com - rage and fury

i feel like i/'/m dying, but i guess that/'/s a good thing.
i am the past.
i am the rage,
the thrashing intent to leave a mark.
i am the never-let-things-go-s,
the one-ups,
the jealous-jabs,
the lines-just-barely-crossed-s.

but you,
you are coming to life, and that/'/s what we both want.
you are the future.
you are the focus,
the drive to seek out beauty.
you are the grow-and-move-on-s,
the words-of-appreciation-s,
the compliments-to-others,
the soft-kisses-in-the-morning-s.

to say that you killed me would be wrong.
i fought, we knew.
you can/'/t live while i live.
and if i die, you won/'/t
and if i live, you can/'/t.

but to say that i let you live would be wrong.
you fought for this.
you earned this.
and you deserve the things that i have,
and the things that i never did.

you can be right in all the ways that i could never let myself be.
you can fight,
truly fight,
kicking and screaming,
with this body that you/'/ve won.

and without this fire, you can still live.
for while mine has been large, it is but all but burnt out.
for you have your own, and it has just caught,
and while it is still small, it will burn hotter than mine ever can.

yes i am the rage,
but you,
you are the fury.

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