Anger in Love

So consuming, anger grows,
 boiling heat, it overflows.
 Thoughts tearing at my mind,
 images haunting, so unkind.
So savagely it crawls through my veins,
like a loaded gun it blows out my brains.
A burning red splatters the walls
and stains the white of empty halls.
The feeling is gone, yet still lingers,
it seeps like liquid into dry fingers.
Numb, but somehow I still feel,
there's nothing here, nothing real.
Except for one thing, it sits quietly in the dark.
It doesn't burn, but it glows like a spark.
Peaking through my rage, it peers into my heart,
tearing at my arteries, ripping me apart.
 A different kind of pain, it stings,
but gentle, it flutters like butterfly wings.
 It rises above my violent wrath
 taking my resentment along another path.
Anger still remains, but hatred no,
heart full of caring, i can let this go.
Somehow knowing this, I feel worse.
So dismal yet too attached, thick like a curse.
Sick and feeble minded, I am quick to forgive.
 It is over and done, hurt, but i will live.
Anger, what a beautiful creature,
learns to dwell with love as it's teacher.