Ire.

I am angry, disappointed,
But I think in me, rather than you.
When the ire has subsided,
I know that I'll be blue.
I'm supposed to be your base,
You constant, the place you run.
I'm supposed to be the one,
That you choose to cling on.
I don't know what flicked the switch,
Don't know what pulled your trigger,
But tomorrow's another day,
And with each one, we'll both get bigger.