Complications with Emotions

Anger clouds the mind,
Grinding deep until we're blind.
What was is that I wanted to say?
That's right, I don't love you anyway.

Love is a fickle thing,
Shouldn't it be queen and king?
No, words are the only thing present,
When both characters need to vent it.

Frustration shapes us all,
It's the only thing there when we fall.
Feeling the fear of loss,
And knowing it was all false.

Life is complicated like that.
We get the food, but only want the fat.
But life can be bearable,
As long as we realize that it is repairable.