"Revenge is a dish best served cold"
Is wisdom spoken by Churchill,
"Vengeance is mine says The Lord"
Permits your mind to be tranquil.

Allowing God to take your vengeance
Means you're never depraved,
And if you're going to take revenge
You might as well dig two graves.

I reject the hunger for affection
I reject the isolation and depression
Even though my dreams weep
For some what if past
Cause me to wake and cry
Even though pictures of loved ones
Tare at my heart
Ripping the strings of kinship
And long lost loves
I reject all that pain
And I will pay the fairer price
For that decision
As my heart is shredded with precision
Or sometimes with a surgical incision
I will break brick by ****** brick
But it will make a grand poetical spectacle

I'm sorry I left...
But dear, I loved you so much,
you smelled like my death.

I ask myself “who am I?",
I wait for a reply.
I hear my thoughts rambling,
I here myself say “Why?”
Why do I see myself as I do,
in fact, what do I actually see?
I realise after all this time, my thoughts have been taking over me.

If I step back and think about each time I have found myself in despair,
I never really realised, it was a thought that took me there.

Thinking makes us something,
it’s the one thing that sets us apart;
a thought leading to happiness,
or a broken heart.

What will your thoughts be today, knowing what you know?;
A single thought, leads to many others,
*we reap what we sow.

‘Not your fault’ says he, with his charming smile - but yes, yes it is.
I saw charming charm like it really is.
I continued, deluding me - thought I knew pain.
Refused to know I’d know this pain again.
She though, lives with her status intact.
I, who had little, no longer have that.
There’s not much to salvage in old sad old tales...
maybe a stone-built cottage in Wales?