• I wallow in shallow pools,
    Pools of thought,
    So not to find myself consumed and flooded.
    Never the less,
    The perspective of depth seems easily misjudged,
    And darkness touchable to the surface; consumes
    My mental trail.

    Now I wallow in a ripplingly dense fog of resentment,
    wretched with the stench of guilt and my detriment.
    Feelings and thoughts,
    Thoughts and feelings,
    You have built inside my head,
    From facts far weaker than cement.

    Regrettably still,
    Riddled frightfully with cracks and missing bricks,
    Lies and bendy sticks,
    Your invasive tower stands,
    Regrettably, still.

    Selfish swine with big blue eyes,
    Take your torture away.
    Pain and a withering willow tree,
    Are not invited for tea.
    Are not invited at all.

    Troubled,
    But selfish swine,
    With long blonde vines.
    A kiss as delicate,
    The takers penalty is forfeit.
    Love comes in no small package,
    Hate comes beautifully wrapped,
    With a gentle message.

    Think of a lesson,
    Learn it.
    The time it takes is worth it,
    The ache of the long route is hurtful.
    Permanent and distasteful.

    The stain she left is beautiful,
    It's message,
    Written and read is gentle.
    But it's message is brutal.
    Could it be that I hate you?
    Could it be that I loved you?
    Just don't come back.