A dim room, a cheap pen, spilled ink, torn paper,
on a battered mahogany desk.

Thought after ****** thought,
Word after sloppy word,
Mistake by mistake,
Regret piled on regret.

Shattering glass, mind, body, and soul.

If I don't write it down, it festers,
if not in words, then in what I do.

It's raw anger, bitter jealousy,
the sheen of sweat.
It's the fuel of 'what ifs' and 'never weres.'

Now or never.
You and me, in this messed-up forever.

Obstacles and raw passion,
dressed in regrets,
laughing at a cruel joke.