Guilt-free-ly

Now I have none I need confess to:
The sex being done is guilt-free.
Though you have never been lied to,
I could never be completely me.

Your face loomed in the past and it still does;
But, now that my heart and faith lie broken,
There’s really not much left on for fuss,
I’m sure every word has been spoken.

You can fuck as much as you wish now;
Maybe differences will make you see
All of life, post moving on from each vow,
Can not replace the love you got from me.

So Be It

I wonder how have you moved on so fast,
Like no love ever links you to the past?
I wonder about those long talks we had:
Some that were happy and some that were sad.
All those tender moments we shared in time:
Some that became yours, those that remain mine:
Chocolates and roses, gifts of feeling,
And quarrels that led to tears and healing.
Yes, I did want much more than what you gave,
In a lifetime of loss, I wanted to save
You and I, from the manacles of fate
Standing right around our home’s very gate.
Some say the depression I now face
Is because I choose to give suffering space;
But my love remains for eternity –
Even if you wish to have no more of me.
Maybe the world beyond now holds more appeal:
Being woke and savage bestows a zeal
That old fashioned emotion fails to match –
And all that you choose to do is detach.


So be it. Forget me now. Forget it all.
Leave what you believe is a thrall.
Run through society and her glamour.
In time, you will learn to berate and damn her.
I’ve been through an understanding of loss,
I’ve suffered wrong upon life’s turn and toss.
I tried. Oh, how I tried to make you see!
I wished to save you from what was wrought on me.
But I failed. Maybe trying was wrong to do –
Much like me going on loving you.
Forget me, as you think it’s all your choice.
Pour the wine, rebel, revel and rejoice.
But heed the ticking clock of Father Time;
Lest years from now, as you sit down to dine,
And see a movie that we held hands through,
You realise just what I was for you.

Battles In Rhyme

Poetry…(rhymes)
Is all I write
Feels like a waste of time

Time that has been kind
(In hindsight –
I’ve always looked behind)

Through all battles fought
Life has cheated
Me of what I once sought.

This thought will pass.
Love is me.
Its grief does not last.

But a violence fills me
I rage against the night
Silently.

Life will continue
to use love’s heart
Despite these poetic lessons
That chronicle
its tearing apart.