The Barstard I Am

I sit on my own full of sorrow,
A little self-pity thrown in for good measure,
Building courage to face my love.
In my mind I’m already late.
Filled with hate for myself.
I question myself, trying to hold onto my sanity.
Can I look him in the eye?
And not shed a tear?
Looking for answers in myself.
Reckless with this love I have been,
Reckless in thought,
I fear I’ve lost his love.
I kissed another,
Now I must pay,
For this hurt I’ve dealt.
If it were any consolation I hurt myself,
By stabbing him in the heart,
I bleed.

by Joseph Tanner

Comments (1)

last line: by doing this...OMG i killed myself! ! !