Heart Surgery

I wish I could cut you from my heart.
Just to get rid of every little part.
Tired of feeling this way.
Tired of feeling the pain.

Take the memories,
That have been so dear to me.
I don’t want them anymore,
No longer do they make me feel warm.

The hurt, it takes me,
While I sit here contemplating.
I don’t know what to do,
If I can’t be with you.

Get on with the operation,
Remove the memories and thoughts of our last vacation.
When everything seemed right,
and I could sleep at night.
I want it all gone,
I’m tired of feeling alone.

“Better to have loved and lost”,
is a farce in my book.
My heart is crushed,
just take a look.

It’s true it’s my fault,
the guilt is locked in my vault.
But that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
My broken soul is under duress.

Take the memories of you and me.
When we hugged and kissed on the beach at the sea.
Take them from my body and mind,
Take all traces and leave nothing behind.

Every moment with you,
once loved has now turned blue.
I’ve loved you with all my heart,
and I still do.

But the pain is too much to bear,
I’ve brought it on myself,
but it still seems unfair.

When you are completely gone from my heart,
it won’t feel like it’s being ripped apart.
But there won’t be much of it left,
I may answer the callings of my new friend, death.

Death could be more pleasant than this pain,
my life has passed by like the morning rain.
So take these memories of us.
Take the memories I wear as chains.

But don’t take them just yet,
I don’t want to make another decision that I’ll regret.
Let me hold you once more,
Fictitious moments behind my minds door.


The Other Man

The anger, it flows through my veins.
I just want to stop, this pain.
You twist the knife,
When you’re with my wife.

I want to chew you up and spit you out.
You don’t understand this crossed man.
You’d better start looking for a way out of here.
I hope you have a plan,
Soon you will only have fear.

My blood boils at the thought of it.
And this feeling in my gut, is making me sick.
I want to separate your body from limbs.
What kind of world are you living in?

Pain, fire, my heart and throat are burning.
If you’re hearing these words,
I hope you are learning.
Don’t mess with me son,
Or your sex life could be done.

Don’t you dare touch my kids,
Or I’ll shove my fingers under your eyelids.
I’ll pull till they snap.
It’s a fact you’ll have to watch your back.

Take heed these warnings, and be gone by morning.

New Blog

So I’ve created this blog to post writings of my thoughts.

Pure, raw, emotional scribbles that express how I feel.

Some thoughts may be harsh or intense, but it’s just a reflection of how I am feeling. I may write about actions or feelings I would never act out, but writing them down releases my inner turmoil.