The Ex; by me



People make mistakes
And to make up for them
They make even worse ones
You were my mistake
The worser one
A rebound

I thought I could make him see
I could move on
Without him
If only I closed my eyes whiles
Kissing you
Your taste will replace his
I could shut him out

And I could love you
Make you real
As he never was
And you would love me
As he never did

And in the heat of your kisses
And numerous calls
And mundane conversations
And honest eyes
Which enquire daily…………
“Do you love me?”…..
I just might

….Just might
Admit that I made another
Terrible mistake
And end your misery

The Ex; by me

Holding on to a Shooting StaršŸ’«

I’ve spent so much time and energy

Holding on to you

Building my world around you

My repeated song to my girlfriends

Every bridge was solid on your


Every cross road dependent on words

Spoken on your laps

My life was hemmed with your life

Skirted with your energies

Which fueled me indirectly

Through echoes of your spoken


I walked in your shadow

Till I realized

You were a facade


You never were


We never travelled the journey of

A relationship

Not that a relationship’s term is

Marked by a duration


Neither by how often we smiled

To each other

Or how many pillow fights we had

Or how many elegant dinners we had

But by

The days we went at length to clarify


Your misgivings and mine

The nights we spoke about nothing

and everything

The days you saw me without


The moments you farted in my


Then we could

…Can say

We were

We lived

You were mine and

I was yours

You knew me

And I you


So real talk-

I didn’t know you

For we were months and smile old

Dining’s and giggling young

Early kisses on a Sweet November

A first love’s touch

First contact with romance

But I never knew you

Because we were over before

I blinked


And yet I’ve spent my energies

And time

Holding on to your memories

Something that never was real



Daddy God



It’s red and it’s burning

Yet I’m heading towards it

Yea oh pitiful me

My soul headeth towards hell

At times I’m walking

At times I’m running

At times I’m pacing

Then I stop to look at the other…

The other path of life…

Oh wretched man that I am

Who can save me from this

Bondage of folly

To whom much is given much

Will be required,

Knowledge and understanding

Abounds in my being

Yet so foolishly do I still trod

Towards hell

Will you tell Him for me

How my soul aches for Him

How my heart so thirst for Him