Scorned

We talk a lot about heartbreak. We write poems about the sadness, the longing, and the empty side of the bed. But we don’t talk enough about what happens when that sadness catches fire. We don’t talk about being .

Sadness is passive. It sits in your chest and makes it hard to breathe. Scorn, on the other hand, is active. It is kinetic. It moves through your veins like electricity. scorned