The Lady Killer

Don’t think you can come

Crawling back now

Acting all innocent

And holier than thou

You and I both know

What you did back then

And why, in effect,

I’d wring your neck

Time and time again


Let It Burn

I have killed us

Once before

And I will happily

Do it again

For I am

No longer

In love with you

In fact we’re

Not even friends

(Originally Posted 24.02.2022)

Viewpoint

All these years

I’ve been writing

Calling you each

And every name

But perhaps I’ve been mean

Because it’s actually been

My attempt

To shift the blame


Who Gives A Shit

Have
I done

The
wrong
thing
again?

I
suppose
only
time

Will
tell

Until
then
I’ll try

To keep
myself
sane

While
I prepare

To
burn
in hell

(Originally Posted 04.01.2020)

My Day In Court

You will do it

Again one day

Hurt someone else

In the same way

And when you do

I’ll be there to say

You deserve to hang

Without delay


Criminal

We all
do bad
things
sometimes

Yet not
everyone
is made
to pay

But while
you will
never
admit your
crimes

Just know
the truth
will out
one day

(Originally Posted 06.11.2019)

If Not Now, When?

I’ll talk you through each step

He said

I’ll explain everything as we go

That’s not what concerns me

She said

It’s the resultant shame I need to forgo


Like Riding A Bike

It’s
not
that
I don’t
want
to

She
said

It’s
more
that
I don’t
know
how

Just
come a
little
closer

He
said

None
of
that
matters
now

(Originally Posted 05.08.2020)

Perspectives

God, I remember that night so well

Along with the guilt that ensued

It took quite a while

To realise my smile

Didn’t leave his memory devalued


Open Ending

It was nice talking to you last night.
I forgot, for a moment, that my heart is broken.

It felt good to laugh, to smile, to dance.
It’s been a while since I did those things.

I’m happy we randomly met, but I’m also glad you left when you did.

Now I have the memory of our open ending, to help mend my grieving heart.

(Originally Posted 17.03.2019)

On Borrowed Time

You can sit there all you want

My friend

Picking at your thumbs

But you and I know

How this will end

When the day of reckoning comes

Troubled

Staying
up
late
again

Sitting
here
all
alone

Unable to
shake this
creeping
feeling

That
I really
should
have
known

Purge

We’ll
both
carry
the
guilt,
of course

That’s
just
life
now
I guess

It’s
just
a shame

As
we’re
not to
blame

For
causing
this
fucking
mess

Deceit

Lying to
myself
is bad
enough

But
lying
to you
hurts
more

But
there’s
no way
I could
be truthful

That’s
for
fucking
sure

Immoral

This
can’t
go on

We
mustn’t
continue

As the
guilt is
seeping

Into
every
sinew

It
has to
stop

It
shouldn’t
have
started

As
we
made a
mockery

Of our
dearly
departed

The Reckoning

If you
can’t
bear
to see
the hurt
you’ve
caused

Then
feel
free
to
look
away

For I
know
that
guilt
will
fuck
you up

And
you’ll
face
the
truth
one day

Absolution

Perhaps
this is
all I
deserve

And I
should
expect
more

For
penance
has to
be paid

To
those
my love
I swore

Selfish

I suppose
I should
have
asked

If you
really
were
ok

Before
I put our
friendship
on blast

And
again as
I walked
away

Until Someone Loses An Eye

What
happens
when the
laughter
stops

When
that
penny
finally
drops

When we
wake up
tomorrow
with a
raging
hangover

And that
stomach
churning
guilt
takes
over

Questions from The Other Side

How do you
want me to feel?

Guilty for trying?
Because I am not.

Guilty for crying?
Because I am not.

Guilty for lying?
Because I am not.

Guilty for dying?
Because I am not.

Criminal

We all
do bad
things
sometimes

Yet not
everyone
is made
to pay

But while
you’ll never
admit your
crimes

Just know
the truth
will out
one day

Emotional Flux

The guilt
I feel
when
I smile

Consumes
my day
and night

Perhaps I
should
just wait
a while

Before
thinking
it’s alright

Drunk

Looking in
the mirror
gives me
a fright,

But I think
I had a
good time
last night.

I don’t
remember
much or how
I got home,

Thank
fuck I’ve
woken up
alone.

Guilty

I got lost
in his eyes
when he spoke to me
and, for a moment,
I wondered what
it would be like
to hold his hand.

I’m sorry.

Freezing

I tried really hard today.

To laugh.

To be normal.

To forget.

And I managed, for a while.

But still I lie in bed here, freezing, hoping to go to sleep and dream of you.

Booze (Pt 2)

It’s killing me. This guilt. Every time I go out. I speak to someone and I feel guilty for laughing. I talk about you and I feel guilty for crying. I feel like every one is watching me, secretly whispering, and I feel guilty for being such an arrogant prick. I think everyone is judging me, pitying me and I feel guilty for not having more faith in people.

So I’m just going to stop going out.  As it will finish me off eventually. This guilt.

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