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Nov 2012
Your name in my phone
has been "don't answer me" for months
From time to time, I think
about how sad it is that it
has come to this divided identity

I can't keep your name off my lips
I can't wash my hands clean of this
I'm so guilty...I'm so guilty
but I'll die before I confess

You turned the tables on me like a DJ
Spinning an infectious melody
That I hate but can't get out of my head
But I will never love you again

Your name incites
a million tiny riots inside of me
And to think it's been
that way since the moment we met
Oh my sick muse, how could I forget?

I can't keep your name off my lips
I can't wash my hands clean of this
I'm so guilty...I'm so guilty
but I'll die before I confess

You turned the tables on me like a DJ
Spinning an infectious melody
That I hate but can't get out of my head
But I can never be with you again
imadeitallup
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