This Time It’s Farewell
This Time It’s Farewell
There is an internal bleeding
on my conscious.
Would you help me?
We could stitch sympathy
back in place.
So sharpen the needle with regrets,
unbundled threads of disappointment
and sew some decency onto my soul.
Paint tears of shame down my cheeks,
draw lines of worry across my forehead.
Maybe you could even write a speech.
Put words of sorrow in my mouth and
make sure that I swallow, not just
spit them out.
But even after all this
I’m still selfish enough
to apologize.
After all that I’ve done
there is no hesitation
when saying I’m sorry.
Clearly you are not the one
who needs this destructive,
pathetic excuse for a relationship.
Scars and wounds from your
fulltime broken heart.
What can you see?
A pattern created by egocentric
actions of mine.
So practise on your goodbyes,
think about a place for the ashes
and choose your favourite hymn.
Because I think it’s fatal this time.
Copyright © 2006
There is an internal bleeding
on my conscious.
Would you help me?
We could stitch sympathy
back in place.
So sharpen the needle with regrets,
unbundled threads of disappointment
and sew some decency onto my soul.
Paint tears of shame down my cheeks,
draw lines of worry across my forehead.
Maybe you could even write a speech.
Put words of sorrow in my mouth and
make sure that I swallow, not just
spit them out.
But even after all this
I’m still selfish enough
to apologize.
After all that I’ve done
there is no hesitation
when saying I’m sorry.
Clearly you are not the one
who needs this destructive,
pathetic excuse for a relationship.
Scars and wounds from your
fulltime broken heart.
What can you see?
A pattern created by egocentric
actions of mine.
So practise on your goodbyes,
think about a place for the ashes
and choose your favourite hymn.
Because I think it’s fatal this time.
Copyright © 2006