Autumn 2014

Regrets...

There are twin demons. One whispering

for sure, you were so bloody wrong for

leaving him alone, allowing others to get in

and claim your place in his story.

Time waits for no one, sweetheart.

The other spitefully insisting it was all

a figment anyway, imagined, reason made up so you

could read it and rejoice in the emotion take-aways.

The mind between. Battling for sense where

sense is merely obsolete reaction.

If this was real, one says, you'd be camped

outside his body and refuse to ever leave,

instead of here writing about it. Here, get it?

The other claims, he should have been the one

to grab your words and never let another being

between them which he did, so there. So there.

Really. This needs immediate resolution

only so, one demon shuts the f**k up and I get

final freedom from this twin madness. Finally.

The anger. It begins sometimes

deep in the gut, rising, expanding till

overgrown, bloated, spills out over the keyboard

and I try vainly to contain it. Keys get struck and

sentences collide creating vile, verbal messes.

Just like this one.

Suck it up Princess. Or else go screw the

nearest antidote and get life as they know it.

Self created, you let the demons take control

and now you b***h about it? Surely.