Something about rage...

I use the rage 

to fuel my fire

I think about 

my past  desire

despite my love 

gone lost

it pains me 

with such cost

I fuel my fire

with images of us

I remember 

all the pain and mistrust

Despite my pretentious past

the dumb bells in my hands, I grasp.

I workout 

to my own tune

I'll leave you behind 

like apple left zune.