Guilt

This one's not very good I just kinda threw it together.

Boom -
Boom -
Boom - !
I cannot possibly
make sense of your
words with this
Booming.
Don't care what I do,
so long as I
don't swallow.
So long as I
bleed.
So long as I
smile.
But, apparently -
Neither do you!
Listen here -
You are my knife
You are my plastic smile
You are my disease.
All because of you, my love.
I secretly spewed this
In your unaware face.
So you did what those
so-called "people" did.
You let go of my hand,
and laughed it off.
But when you are alone...
it starts.
The guilt curls up at your feet,
wisps through your hair,
stenches up your room,
blinds you with it's density.
You say nothing, but I know -
With my
(and only my)
words comes an extreme power.
Yes, I did abuse it.
Good.

Author's Note

I hope you're guilty. You deserve all of it.

Reviews

[PaperLife]

Every word you've just spoken hereis good. It's beautiful, and about 5,000 emotions away from bad. Guilt tastes like this.