Words can't begin to describe
I can't undo what I scribed
I wish I could take back
The shame that I ride
On my back and on my bare chest
'COWARD', 'LOSER', 'USELESS'
Are the engraved letters which make me
Feel less and less
And smaller and smaller
As the words grow bigger and mightier,
My will to fight back
Is growing less and less

Removed him from my heart,
Removed him from my life;
Burned all his memories in
The back of my mind,
And tore all his art.
Yet in the intoxicated state that my mind lives,
Swaying with the slightest whip,
My shaky fingers
Grow a mind of their own
And I sigh on the phone
With his name on my
lips.

His voice is like poisoned honey
So deep and sharp and deadly and sweet
His whole being a mirage. . A mystery to me
The closer I reach,
The quicker he vanishes..
Vanishes into another's arms indeed.

He told me he found another,
He told me he has moved on,
I don't understand it,
One instant he seemed so close,
And now he is so far gone.

With the remaining dignity I now swear,
That not another day will rise when I wear
His broken, distorted thoughts on my sleeve;
I know I should find my own path,
Should set him free,
But this time I am selfish enough
To do it for me!