I can't believe,
I had the nerve to let,
the words leave my lips,
or even my finger tips.
this is too big of a slip,
for me to handle.

Arguments are one thing,
but comparing him to my ex?
No matter how much I think he
deserved it. I swore I wouldn't.
I swore I wouldn't so much as
mutter his name. Too late,

Now the tears flow like waterfalls,
and I sit breathless, hoping that sooner
or later, I'll drown in my self hatred,
and no one else will be forced to
face the cold truth, that I am not only
my own, but everyone else's enemy.

I swore.
I swore I wouldn't so.
I swore I wouldn't so much as,
even mutter his name.
Too late.