Regrets

I watch my voice as it becomes increasingly loud,
I feel my face as I smash it into sound,
I scream and claw with this tongue, hoping to be profound,
but all I have left is the broken promise I once gave you, with a vow.
Pray you never feel the longing of your lover’s voice,
the hurt it caused by your disastrous choice,
I was her church,
she, my steeple,
now all we have left is the power of my egotistical evil.
Our torn down monument,
on top of our shattered hymns,
what it was – I wish – is what I could give,
but this is not the fairy tales from my childhood stories,
these are the mistakes that lead me into an everlasting purgatory

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Consumption

My heart is a singular thing,
fortifying its purpose,
consuming all beneath the surface,
discovering if this life is more than just a fling.
No control in what this heart brings,
allowing all hurt between its seems,
great love or great fear,
no control – absorbing all into its fragile sphere.
I take your hurt and make it my own,
the curse of this heart I gladly invoke,
my heart – the bringer,
my mind – following its procedure,
my journey contorted into this sentimental creature