April 24, 2011

Clean

I took leave of my senses
For a brief while.
These months have been madness
My thoughts have been vile.

I still loved him
He still is a jerk
I realised that belatedly
So now I feel better when I'm at work.

Pain is temporary
Pain is sick
I finally feel like I'm over this
No more wounds to lick.

I mustn't cry anymore
I mustn't lose my head
It was only a memory
Alive once, now dead.






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