I’d rather keep my anger,

Let it burn and twist within,

Than surrender it too early,

And let the silence win.

For in the heat, I find your face,

A love that could ignite,

Each spark a memory of us,

Each flame a stolen night.

You turned my rage to poetry,

A bitter kind of bliss,

Where every shout and trembling breath

Was built upon your kiss.

I love you in my fury,

As much as in my grace,

For in this storm, I hold you close,

An echo I can’t chase.

So let the fire rage, my dear,

And may it never end—

For I’d rather burn with anger,

Than forget that we were friends.

This blends the intensity of love and anger, creating a tension that feels both passionate and conflicted.