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Oct 2021
Knuckles cracked and bleeding
from smashing them against the wall
No saving grace, no saving face
I've had my rise and fall
Now I'm at the bottom
Under everything I fear
Take back your love, give me a shove
I should disappear

I'm so tired of beating myself up
for things that I can't seem to change
So for now all I can do is hope
I'll find a better way

You've heard me say I'm sorry
half a million times
No other man would take your hand
and only give you lies
I know you must've known it
right from the very start
This marriage thing, that golden ring
would only break your heart

I'm so tired of beating myself up
for things that I can't seem to change
So for now all I can do is hope
I'll find a better way

Take a flight
to get away from future fights
My only legacy will be remorse
Far away is really where you ought to stay
The devil take me now, I know the course
Joe Workman
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Joe Workman  37/M
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