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Sep 2015
This supposed triumph that has left me corrupt
At home this silence has left me to rust
This tiresome festering love
Makes me think my insides aren't enough

Remebering better times
Memories together in the sunshine
Tendencies of her are stuck in my mind
They're cavities that I can't fill with what I find

But what I need is no concern of yours
When I bleed, I only burn down our doors
My greed only lures me to my own guts and gore
These weeds tore and have left me raw

Now, I could lead you to my mind
I would feed you on what we find
Though I shouldn't need you to be mine
This seed doesn't seem to grow only with time

Now all is left is the morning due
With what I thought I knew
I'm sorry I didn't know what to do
I'm sorry I didnt know what I'd do to you

What were we before
What was I before
Maybe to me it means something more
Either way I can't go on like this anymore
Colin Makgill
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Colin Makgill
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