Today's OneWord: Repressed

How long do feelings have to be repressed before they explode outward in a perfect nova of color, before settling into the dusty white dwarf it was meant to become, when you're no longer crying about cuddling in a bed with someone who has lips as soft as yours without stubble on a chiseled jawline? And how long do they expect you to relax after just a hole has been drilled into your chest, so that all of your truths ooze out in a sickly golden oil for them to bottle up or stain their boots with as they attempt to stomp away your honesty?