I am Guilty

I don't deny that I, me, who you think of as a fool, am guilty of a belief
I was blinded it theived me.

Of course he killed them but he is all part of it anyways.
He's always been the killer but you always let him get away.

I accept my punishment and embrace my sentence.
Though I'm not the first.
So don't correct me in front of their presence

Funny how we forget it though like it's nothing yet we know it still happens.
I guess that why maturing to be me was the only way to become me, I reckon.

You have the record of breaking my heart more times…
And I have the guilty of this.
For the faith I put on you…
For beliving on you again and again…
For the expectations I put on you
For letting you do this to me.

I let you win that record.
I was no loving myself...

i never view it the same.
it's just quiet.
i simply closed my eyes.
and wait to feel what he makes me feel.
forbidden lust.
an act of sin.
a betrayal of a old friend,
a good ******.
he penetrates,
then sends me ascending to hell.
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without any stops.
but i can't get enough.
it
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at my brain.
and i'm
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                                 e.
During dinner, his hand restfully lays on my thigh, caressing me back & forth.
my body itches and warms up to his touch against my skin.
At the slightest touch of his hand toying with me,
i disintegrated.
my mind is fixated at his contact.
he plays with me underneath the family table.
as the evening progresses, they continue their conversation.
my r                                          his                                  r
             i                          &                                      i
                    n                                                 n
                               g                              g
weights down on our respectfully spoken matrimonial status.
leaving us with the wrath of guilt.

Each time, we swear
it'll be the last time.
but we're both liars of the conscious mind.
we come back to it, giving in
falling in deep
trapping ourselves more into the  further.
we are consumed by each other.

i want more then what is given....
this is the affair of a forbidden couple.....


to be continued.....

The truth is; innocence is now a crime,
Ignorance is bullied now a times,
Liberation is a new thing,
Posting and loving themselves is the new trend,
Lurking in the shadow of popularity.

While people misunderstand,
The need of a filthy hand,
Ask for kindness, yet denied,
Suffering and ending in pain,
In the world not counting them in.

Money is everything ,
Economy is rising,
Beauty of nature is vanishing,
Buildings are gigantic,
forgetting what is given.