"parham" poems
I shouldn’t have
I guess I forcefully moved my things into your heart on parham street
This fool has been celebrating a grubby clean slate
He drank a cocktail before the harvest
After storing his brain safely in the garbage
He asked ‘would you be mine’
I shouldn’t have said I love you first
Now realising that was the pistol to your head
And i jumped the gun twice and over again
This fool stands in awe of his folly
He reads his scribbles of idyllic love poems and ******** dovy quotidians
Every compelled ‘i love you’ will be overturned
My hands over-burned from the blisters
Bitter from the bile from every memory
Though i took my time, I was patiently stupid
I shouldn’t have
Now i’m sat here with this lollipop of regret
Now knowing that every graphic snapshot was because of that same pistol
No wonder why it all seemed strange
I used to gnaw about making you feel like you needed to trust me and love me
I was yet weary of receiving the blame of every kiss, pause and touch
I didn’t realise that the foundation was built on compelled labour
I was to quick to celebrate, but now i know what i should have
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
I fumbled
I lost your trust
I lied
and spilled the love
Why O why
Unrequited love
I regret, I apologise
I ask for forgiveness.
With a swords length love
you've loved
I cannot spill an empty cup
with a kings heart you love
I will not spill a half filled cup
A letter sealed with a kiss
and delivered to your solitude door
because when one acts the fool
what can another do?
I was unruly, I played *****
I should have given all of me
and let honesty be
I should have moved you in at Parham
and learned to love you better
I did more than blur
A lanscape between two
Perfectly me and you
I take my cross
I take my faults
I cannot blame my weakness for your pain
or cry sorry excuses to make it goaway
I failed you, precious you
I am sorry.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 9:03 PM UTC