Poetry
Romantic poetry
Anticipation
My beautiful maybe, my great perhaps
The heat of my imagination
Captures us, as we elapse
In restrained, delicate elation
Walls echo in your absence
Another brief sojourn
I’ll wreck myself against infinity
In re-doubled lust I slowly burn
Night after night my mind orbits
Around you, my sun, my star
Anticipation, blazing like a comet
Confined to watch you from afar
My new beginning
The one that hasn’t come
I ache over agonising details
Over you, my song unsung
My future, I believe impending
I am a thief of pleasure,
Fantasies, recklessly spending
Our delights, we have not measured
Our moonlit elopements
The ones that haven’t passed
My conspiracy of silence
I’ve committed to steadfast
My flame imperishable
You’ve rekindled all that’s earnest
And even though you burn me so
My hope in us will spring eternal
Old flames
Sometimes old flames can reignite, after constant friction
How often is she on your mind, is it an addition?
You reassure me love is gone, that now you are ‘just friends’
But the way you talk of her, feels like it didn’t end
You say it’s really over, but I don’t recognise
The sincerity of your words is missing from your eyes
Are you harbouring old hope for a continuation?
Curious if she’ll take you back, without hesitation?
Or is this about your ego, your need for validation?
And having her around so often is your affirmation?
You keep on playing with fire, a gratuitous affliction
We know old flames can reignite, after constant friction
Let me down
Don’t use me to forget her, don’t say things you don’t mean
Don’t show up here at midnight, acting out your dreams
You don’t want me, you’re just lonely, after company
Just trying to distract yourself, from your misery
I can see her in your eyes, I know she’s on your mind
You aren’t fully with me, as our fingers intertwine
It’s not fair what you’re doing, what I’m going through
Your broken heart beats just like mine, but mine beats just for you
Part time lover
Most days I feel I’m made of stone
But not when I’m with you
Your temporary touch, in time
Will break my heart in two
My part time lover, part time ghost
In us, you don’t believe
I know for you this isn’t real
But love won’t let me leave
Promises
Promise me the promises, that you intend to keep
Act out your declarations as talk is often cheap
Promise me without forgetting, or needing a reminder
If you keep your promises, I’ll keep trusting you blindly
Your words, a shield around my heart, protecting it from sorrow
Breaking your oath shall splinter it, shards glint sharp like arrows
Metal fractures into daggers, impaling naked, trusting flesh
Agony, until removed, empty words and wounds enmesh
If no remedy comes ready, your shrapnel sits in sullen fragments
Every fibre, absorbing pain, your rusting metal, in its absence
How many broken promises, can a heart still swallow?
Before the heart bleeds dry, hardens and turns hollow?
Silence
Dancing in silence, the music surrounds
Not daring to speak, or make any sounds
I don’t want to stop, and neither do you
So we keep spinning, to then start anew
I know that you’re bound, to one who’s not me
I’m bound to you, I don’t want to be free
My soul is on fire and gladly I burn
For you’ll never know how fully I yearn
I’ll keep this my secret, I’ll savour my pain
For one more chance to see you again
The dread of departure, the hope of tomorrow
In you, my happiness and all my sorrows
Heaven weights heavy on my mind’s thin ice
There isn’t a way out, I’ll just close my eyes
So play it again, our silent song
Play it again, and we’ll dance along
The Prince
Are you doing what you’re doing,
Out of love or to be loved?
Content in the joy of the feeling,
Letting all your love flow freely?
Or is there another motivation
Retaining power through obligation?
Thorns
You picked me like a rose, enchanted
I bloomed for you, I wanted to,
To bring you happiness, undaunted
You praised sweet fragrances, fine petals
But rubbed me wrong, pricked on a thorn
Your love turned furious, unsettled
One by one, picked off my spines
I bled for you, I wanted to,
Loathing thorns once mine
With wounds unbound, began to wilt
No remorse from you, no guilt
Just harsh distain, repulsion, pain
No longer I, your rose
Just a reminder, what I once was
Blaming me for being wrong
But all roses come with thorns
Perhaps it’s not a rose
You wanted, all along
Roses
Three times you tried to fan the flames
And twice, they re-ignited
I watch you walk into the room
My heart, for you, short-sighted
Love, I’m on your side
In your cocoon
Roses should bloom
However blighted
You wipe my mind of fear
Of memory and time
My treasured everlasting
You are the true sublime
The love I want is chaos
A youthful wanderlust
You touch my hand so tamely
That weak grip, I mistrust
My blood love, once a firework
You lit up my whole sky
I breathed you in and every night
With you, another high
You ask if you should stay
My eyes glance at the door
In love with love, forever
In love with you, no more
Riptide
I wonder if you ever
Wonder about me?
And if you ever wonder
Was it meant to be?
If I still love the Killers
And strawberry iced tea?
If I’m sleeping next to someone
And letting him hold me?
I wonder if you ever
Say aloud my name?
I wonder if you wonder
If I ever do the same?
Our stars were not aligned,
It wasn’t meant to be
So if you ever wonder,
Stop wondering ‘bout me
Bad habit
Each time you give me less, I just want more
Each time you pull away, I want you close
You’re my bad habit that I can’t ignore
And every day it goes from bad to worse
Your name burns up my tongue, when I call it out
You’re heavy on my mind, but I can’t go without
The certainty of your touch, I can’t help but doubt
And still you’re my bad habit, to which I’ll stay devout
Cardinal sin
Parched soil of our mutual desire
Carnal delights lead to cardinal sins
Awaiting promises expire
Think what you’ll end if this begins
Your wounded innocence you preach
With subdued violence, you continue
Unfaithful absence I impeach
Your lethal lust, the death of us
A thousand cuts
You give me your poison, I drink it with glee
You’re not supposed to want to do that to me
Don’t ask me to jump, I’ll ask you how high
All you want from my love, you know I’ll comply
Your life-size ghost is haunting me
Stockholm syndrome is taunting me
You keep me so close that we can’t grow apart
Keep cutting me down, keep on breaking my heart
You are my madness, but I need sanity
I can’t let you go, so let go of me
Different chances
What are you really holding onto, something real or just your hope?
That this time they’ll treat you better, but you know they really won’t
How many different chances will you give day after day?
Only to have them hurt you in exactly the same way
Dominoes
Broken hearts keep breaking others
Holding on to their disdain
Not thinking twice about hurting lovers
When they’re already numb to pain
Hearts
Fragile hearts, they often break
But heal with perseverance
And their pain, they soon forget
Fragile, yet resilient
Timeless
In my memory, right where I left you
You will remain, just as you were,
Perfect and shining, like the day that you left me
This way you’re with me and you’ll never blur
Poetry of loss
Love’s not the word
Love’s not the word I’m looking for
That word’s too ordinary
You deserve a word that’s more
A word that’s never arbitrary
You deserve the grandest gestures
You deserve a thousand odes
I’m sorry all I have to offer
Is just some poetry and prose
I’ll carve, for you, a hundred statues
Of all the things you once so loved
Just wait till I afford the marble
Every block, I’ll make use of
I’ll conduct dozens of strings
To sing you lullabies so sweet
It’ll make the songs of nightingales
Sound to your ears, obsolete
I’ll plant, for you, a million roses
So you can see them from above
It’s for you that I keep striving
And the things that you dreamed of
It seems so unforgiving
When a good thing comes to end
Why am I the one here living?
Why was it you, I couldn’t mend?
Now you’re the ghost in all my stories
And I miss you every day
Each night, I keep on writing for you
To keep my loneliness at bay
The things that I would give
For just a minute more with you
To worship your perfection,
All your pain I would un-do
One day, for you, I’ll find the words
To match your beauty and your grace
They will be simple, like you wanted
They’ll be your final resting place
Live on
I vividly imagine, your arms around me
Dancing, spinning with your ghost, past realities
At least we’re reunited, in my hollow dreams
Warming, worn-out memories, bursting all my seams
I wish we had more time, when we had the chance
My solemn, silent serenade, my hypnotising trance
Even if it’s futile, this, I won’t regret
You’re never fully gone, because I won’t forget
Grief
Grief is all the love, that is left unspent
When a departure, a full heart outlives,
All that resides inside becomes torment
The pain from all the love one could not give
Summer nights
Do you still keep our photos, like I do, boxed up?
Too painful to look at, too precious to give up
Does your tattoo remind you, how drunk we used to get?
Wasting summer nights, making crazy bets
You never tried to change me, just quietly adored
I just want to say thank you, I wish I’d told you more
I still think of us, when I hear our final song
We weren’t a good match, but brightly we still burned
I hope you don’t regret, a single thing we’d done
Because the truth is, I loved you, more than anyone
Andy
So you returned to New York City
Packed up your life, left me behind
You picked a fight as you were leaving
To ease our parting, ease your mind
I know you didn’t really mean it,
Word by word your smile gave way
Not me, I lost you to a city
That’s a different kind of pain
We didn’t have so long together,
But you were sublime every day
Your spark ignited fires burning,
Casting all past aches away
You were the light of my perfection,
The moment that red curtain rose,
You captured everybody’s hearts
But then you went and gave me yours
We danced in Paris to Moon River
Underneath the shimmering lights
I gave you all of my tomorrows
And you gave me your endless nights
Now I’m sleeping on my sofa
Trying to find closure and ensue
No composure, I’m hardly sober
As you dance with someone new
Curtain raised; you’ll take your stage
Glowing, blooming as you are
Just like all those nights in London
Oh Andy, Andy, you’re a star
Silver frame
Hemmed in by a silver frame, a haunted, holy relic
Tarnished now with unseen pain, no longer pure, angelic
This old photograph of us, a living reassurance
Evidence of being loved, a memory’s endurance
A momentary comfort, proof it wasn’t our pretend
Turns into remembering the slow and grieved descent
All the pain we drank for love, escapes this cornered heaven
Of slivered bliss that we once were, and everything that had been
Augusta
Sweet emotion, don’t fade yet
I’m not finished with this high
Separation, I’ll regret
It’s too soon to say goodbye
My home and my adventure
Here we stand two broken hearts
Destiny, I censure how
Even good things break apart
Fond farewell
I’m glad we had the courage
To follow our desires
To pursue with both our hearts
The love we thought worthwhile
No ill-intent, I know, beloved
We were star-crossed from the start
Our duet, a touch too arduous
Living two, three worlds apart
Fond farewell, to you, my sun
Become your constellation
Wishing you a life of love,
Without any reservation
Love gone
Put it down. Don’t rifle through a love gone.
Let it be exactly what it was
Let it rest in a vaulted pantheon
Without glum grief, nor thundering applause
Don’t rake through all the things they said
It will anchor you in memory
Nor curate, exaggerate
Them in warm, nostalgic reveries
Let it lie, untouched and out of reach
Continue being in your present
Or love gone, the past, will future breach
Like an ant, it will amber you in lament
After love
You exalt a God you don’t believe in
Faithful to a church, burned down long ago
The flame is out, you’re worshipping ashes
In hopes that your prayers will light it aglow
Spin empty words, weave your dead flowers
Once a bouquet, now a funeral wreath
Love is gone, in its shadow you cower
Knowing it’s over, but refusing to leave
Amor fati
Goodbye my lover, you were never my friend
Only love as our guide, it led to dead ends
Both taxing and wanting, what we put on the line
Right from the start, our hearts beat out of time
Seasoned with sorrows, minds heavy with loss
All good intentions, destroyed in chaos
Our only redemption, without any blame
The right thing and hard thing turned out all the same
Blame it on me
I think I’m tired. I think that’s it.
You’ve finally worn me out
It’s all too much, I can’t commit
To your life of ups and downs
Every day it’s something new
We can’t rewind to the beginning
You douse my fire until it’s blue,
And all you care about is winning
Preoccupied with gaining ground
Keeping score and turning tables,
At that table we sit, bound
And I just want to leave
Deleted scenes
Shaking and crying, a meter apart
Already forgiving, as you’re breaking my heart
I’ll do what I can to soften these blows
When you hurt, I hurt, I need you to know
I’ll accept when you say – it’s not meant to be
And I pray for your happiness, even if it’s not me
Evanescence
Evanescence of perfection
Your face evades my recollection
To summon you is proving hopeless
With time, you’re fading out of focus
Faithless
A love so sweet that soured all too quickly
You rushed to have me, then you rushed to leave
Our love’s myth, kept alive by the faithful
Fades as quickly if you cease to believe
Innocence lost and paradise wilting
Our creed is doomed with just one devotee
Our church’s haunted to me if you jilt it
Are you breaking me to simply break free?
Feeling
I had always suspected
You’re in love with a feeling
But I kept on believing
That you really loved me
Time came, I, unwilling
Gave up all my dreaming
Let you go, though it’s chilling
What you loved, who’s to see?
Tired of goodbyes
I’m so tired of these goodbyes
I’m so tired of my heart breaking
How many more times must I try,
Till lasting love ceases the aching?
Another face I must forget
Another future shatters
The pain inside me swells, and yet,
I’ll pretend like it’s no matter
I am the great performer, me
Wearing hope like it’s a crown
But life has crushed my certainties
And I’m close to breaking down
These paths turn into labyrinths
Dead ends consume my heart, my head
I cannot sleep, I cannot think,
And all my hope has turned to dread
I’m so tired of this routine
It’s getting harder to let go
Of all the things that could have been
Is this goodbye the fatal blow?
Tourist
We haven’t loved in vain,
Through my memories you’ll wander
But just a tourist you’ll remain
Nothing more thereafter
Poetry of Philosophy
The flowers bloom
Out there, the flowers bloom
I cannot feel their time
I cannot grasp the distance between hours
Alienated from myself and others
While the flowers, they still bloom
Time doesn’t change a thing within us
We age in bodies, not in minds
Unless we choose to live deliberately
Things will remain exactly as they are
Unless we change them wilfully
Here comes the itching, from underneath my skin
I have this body I must continue to exist in
There will only ever be,
so much to touch and taste and see
I will not know another mode of being
The first breath of salvation is accepting
How ubiquitous and ordinary, all our suffering
It means nothing, unless it means something for you
Then be free, choose what to do
with what’s been done to you
My flesh has struggled into being
And year on year, I’m sinking closer to the dirt
I was convinced there must endure an order
and certain rules to follow,
but that’s only what we’ve learned
There’s total freedom, with it, total isolation
I turned to things that kept me from myself
The most insidious addictions
point to answers that stop you
questioning the world yourself
Adrift, I poured myself into another,
till there was nothing left of me
A temporary remedy, to attach yourself to anyone
Who numbs the loneliness of being
The feeling nobody can solve for me
To be human is to embrace the things
I do not want to touch
– failure, loss, entropy and gloom
But as I get through them,
I am free, unconsumed
And finally, I feel the flowers,
while around me, they bloom
Loneliness
It’s not in mere absence, when we’re most alone
It’s when coveted hands do not meet our own
Loneliness inhabits the unfulfilled ideal
Of our desired connection, becoming our ordeal
We all require others, to understand and love us
But our needs cannot be met every second that we fret
We’re doomed to be alone, at times within our lives
From our mute desperation something else must rise
In loneliness grows, whatever there one brings
Are you in bad company, without anything?
Let the absence of presence become nominal
Alone is unavoidable, loneliness is optional
Season of peaches
The fragrant fruit of summer
Once ripe, now rotting sweetly on
Confectionary skin browns over
Soft flesh slackens on the stone
Your breath last night, fresh balm of peaches
Candied over by the moon
The morning after, thick like syrup
Curdled sour by next noon
Late August, youth is oozing out
Reminds me we won’t live too long
Each alone, we ripen, perish
Let us taste before taste’s gone
Summertime
Let summer be just what it is
Let autumn come, and kill it slowly
And I will be, at peace as well
In uncertainty, as always
No need to weep, or rage at time
It’s not your friend or enemy
Whatever season it may be
Summer lives on in my memory
Morning person
I am not a morning person
Each day I rise, in angst and dread
I consciously remind myself
Choices and change may lie ahead
It’s a good thing, just to be alive
In the heaven that man made hell
I’ll warm my hands before life’s fire
With my existence, I rebel
Patchwork
Am I the god that I believe in? And all the people that I loved?
Every city that I’ve been in, and the country I’m free of?
Am I the quiet conversations once echoed in my head?
The old wives’ tales I overheard and all the poets that I’ve read?
The food I ate, the beds I slept in, the games I played when I was young?
All the drowsy nights spent living, all the words that crossed my tongue?
Every doubt I kept and cradled, every question that I’ve asked?
Is this how you all see me, as a patchwork of my past?
What about the hope I harbour and the hunger that I hide?
All the highs I’ve not yet felt, all the want for them resides
What about the people, I’ve not yet the chance to love?
And the poets I’ve not read yet and the dreams that I dream of?
I don’t feel that I’m a tally, of the things I did or didn’t
I don’t live my life for measure every hour and every minute
I know why we talk of patchwork, only things now past and gone
It’s harder to forgive ourselves for the things we’ve not become
What matters
Desperate to matter in an apathetic world
Nature’s indifference reminds me if we don’t
care for one another, nothing, no one will
When we’re grasped by what we cannot grasp
When we’re flooded by the great unseen
Drowning in the depths we cannot fully comprehend
We fight the small. We fight the small
and claim our little victories when a fortunate wind blows
so we don’t have to face the great
We can’t win over it, it did not come to fight
We only learn to live in its presence.
Your echo sounds through me – how you used to say –
‘there is no deeper meaning in your suffering’,
it merely varies from how you look at it from day to day
Among many, there is only one inevitable fate.
None of this matters, and neither do I,
when all in dust are equal made
But under a throng of stars,
that glitters and winks in the dark,
when nothing is at rest and all is becoming
I choose to live immediately
I choose to fight the small
I choose to fight the small
Poetry of narcissists
Fool’s gold
You must think yourself enchanting
The way you cast your spells
Incantations you’re supplanting
Pure embellishment and bells
All your demi-truths and white lies
I see you smile and hide your ghosts
Convinced it’s such a clever guise,
You’re in the emperor’s new clothes
You must think yourself so clever
So important, so demure
But in your trivial endeavours
I’m afraid there’s no allure
All this pyrite, you’re concealing
Soon they’ll know, as I foretold
Time will strip your mask, revealing
You are nothing but fool’s gold
Glorify
You ignore me till I leave
When I’m gone you can’t believe
How much you miss me, so you beg
Forgetting all your disrespect
You had your chance, you had a hundred
You didn’t use them, why, I wonder?
Only after my goodbye
You grieve and pine and glorify
Why didn’t you care when I was yours?
You made love seem like a chore
It shouldn’t have to take me leaving
For you to see that I’m worth keeping
Fiction
You’re the source of your fiction, can’t handle the truth
Preaching lies, your addiction, your guilt they will soothe
You re-write events, save your holy depiction
But you give to yourself, the biggest restriction
You annul the sins, that could cause you pain
But rob yourself of some learning, some gain
You repeat your lies in hope they’ll come true
Fool everyone, but the main fool is you
Hunt to kill
I thought your lonely heart, was seeking company
Your lonely heart’s a hunter, killing hungrily
What kind of love have you been taught?
What kind of horrors have you seen?
You use that word just like a leash,
A noose that tightens at your whim
I’m sorry you feel incomplete
It’s not my duty to fulfil you
Find in you whatever you need
Do not use me to complete you
You are destroying half of me
So I might fit your sole half better
Without a care what you impair
In your razing, you take pleasure
The helping hand I offered you
Your mad arrogance rejected
All your anger, doubts and sadness,
You instead at me, directed
As I am, I won’t appease, your exhausting hunger
Your lonely heart remains, a lonely, wandering hunter
Inverse
You’re arrogant because you’re insecure, you try to dim their lights
So you’ll shine brighter by comparison, distorting the true sight
Your cruelty springs from weakness, you project out all you fear
You’re angry when you’re helpless, but at helping hands you sneer
Surrounded by distractions, you’re afraid to be alone
You know you’re in bad company when you are on your own
Always the first to leave, because you’re scared you’re not enough
Terrified of being vulnerable, always acting tough
You self-destruct so you won’t feel you’ve ever lost control
Stubborn against change, you are petrified of the unknown
Always hungry for attention, but never satisfied
Regardless what you get, you are empty all inside
You demonise the other, but from fear your actions stem
Afraid of others treating you how you are treating them
Irrelevant now
Thought we had so much in common
Both straining under heavy dreams
You brag you sail with passions high
While pushing paper boats downstream
Romanticising all your plans
While chasing dreams inside your head
But nothing works, unless you do
Can’t cheat yourself to get ahead
You’re not a victim, you’re not drowning,
You just can’t be arsed to swim
The only danger is your sloth,
That you keep fuelling from within
Instead of standing by my side
You tricked me into conceding
Into dimming my own light,
Feeling guilty for succeeding
You hurt me, and then complain?
You don’t get it, you don’t listen
Knocking haloes off my saints
Has always been your vile religion
I’m tired of carrying us both
I can’t do this any longer
At least carrying your dead weight
Made me a little stronger
You’ve been calling, it rings out
Without a flinch of apprehension
I’ll starve your ego with a drought
You don’t deserve any attention
Sometimes I think I might miss you
Sometimes I doubt why I left
Then I remember the bad things
You did and how awful they felt
Go ahead, fill up my voicemail
I won’t grant you one last bow
Yours fears, like my dreams, all came true
You are irrelevant now
The Anglerfish
Months ago, on the day it snowed,
You confessed your dystopia
Suspended from your happiness
Succumbed to anhedonia
Your higher calling called on me
Knew at once to guarantee
To hold your heart with both my hands
Warm it up, as best as I can
Tell me, what pain made you so cruel?
I will distill it all from you
I won’t let this infection spread
All your past aches, I’ll help you shed
Whatever poisoned you before
I will take care and I’ll adore
I’ll heal your wounds, and with great care
I’ll pour in so much love to spare
But I can’t heal you from outside
You hear me calling, hear my plight
You drink my love, like it’s your due
But banish me from seeing through
I know it’s not within my right
But I can see your losing fight
If you don’t ease your source of pain
Forever with you, it’ll remain
Regardless how much love you drink
It’ll spread there too, so please rethink
I swear I’m only trying to aid
The more I do, the more you hate
As if you savour being in pain,
Feel entitled over my strain
You seek to drain me till I’m done
Then you’ll discard me and move on
To the next one, that you will trick
And you’ll drain her, just like you did
To me, to all, as you see fit
All your cruelty, you’ll re-emit
Twenty-five
You think you’re old at twenty-five
Without hard work, somehow, you’ll thrive
The rules, to you, they don’t apply
To you, we’ll bow, without your try
The center of the universe
Around you, the rest must spin
Unconcerned by their opinions
Your wisdom comes from deep within
So comfortable in your convictions
But on second glance, your chains
If one questions their existence
Under pressure, you feel strained
Your brittle ears crumble in plight
Incapacitated by your ego
If you feel wronged, you turn to spite
Victimising yourself, your placebo
You backtrack on apologies
You don’t mean a word you say
When you know you’re ’bout to lose,
You’re too quick to run away
Being on time is such a chore
You are their king; can’t they just wait?
And when you finally turn up
How dare they point out that you’re late!
Lose your pride or lose your love
You’ve been told this all before
But you’ve descended from above
All those ‘below’ you, you ignore
Paramount for you to be right
And if she leaves, it’s her, not you
You’re just ‘so misunderstood’
Your ‘genius’ is a different hue
Your suffering is so unique
Oh, your wounds are full of salt!
No one’s felt pain as deep as yours
And it’s all somebody’s fault
Folly of youth, I sympathise
We were all once that childish bore
The only problem with you is –
You’re not twenty-five anymore
Unconditional
You push me far away, then wonder where I went
You do not treat me kindly, but kindness you expect?
You complain at me, after closing yourself off
I’m not fighting hard enough to break down all your walls
You treat me like your enemy, but expect to be my friend
You keep on breaking us, assuming us I’ll mend
It’s not my job to raise you, and manage your emotions
You cannot be malicious and still expect devotion
You seek to keep my love with actions so equivocal
Except I’m not your mother, my love’s not unconditional
Vain
You gave away the things I loved
And one of them was you
To all of those who wanted some
Regardless if it’s due
Your crowded heart and fickle mind
Charmed by validation
Overlooking your commitment
Addicted to attention
You say you’re mine, but every time
My nerves quietly fray
As you embrace the whole world while
It’s me you hide away
Your beautiful game
You never let me get too close.
Your ‘omens’ taught you otherwise
You say, in your stern voice.
You say you like these games we play
But some rules have turned it ugly
Dance if you want, sing along if you want
Don’t stand and stare so smugly
I’m tired of these eggshells
Your ‘cause and effect’
Love’s not formulaic
News to you, I suspect
And in your labyrinth
I have no birds-eye view
I loathe your instructions
Don’t preach what to do
You’re not an enigma
My puzzle to solve
Just a beautiful boy
Who wants my resolve
Anything I do
I do it all wrong
This is exhausting
And just can’t go on
Say my name
Do not mistake me for your friend
Do not believe that ‘we are good’
My mute departure and my grace
You seem to have misunderstood
I don’t have goodwill towards you
Nor can I spare you any hate
I remember what you did
There’s not a thing you can abate
I’ve found my peace, I’m happy now
It doesn’t mean there’s room for you
Do not infect me with your chaos
You’ve not changed since we were through
You think you shaped me in your image
I’ll never be like you, you’ll see
All your poison, I’ve cried out,
All the hate you poured on me
I won’t raise my voice or egress
From you, I’ll just turn away
But don’t you dare approach me,
You don’t deserve to say my name