The words aren’t right.
They never could be.
Because I’m a fuck-up.
It all seems insincere.
I try to back-track.
Can’t convey.
It’s all the truth;
It seems a lie.
Because I’m a fuck-up.
My laugh is hollow;
Echoes off your face,
Retracts, jams down my throat
To choke me as I gasp, you watch,
Considering your next move; to save,
Or let me die. But
you know the latter
Has more solace in the end for me.
Because I’m a fuck-up.
I can relate.
ReplyDeleteGood one, man.
aren't we all from time to time? move over and make room for me. :-) xo
ReplyDeleteYeah. Scoot over Ben - Marion. Let me be in the middle. We are all Fuck ups!
ReplyDeleteWhat hurts the most is just as you said....seeing the reflection of that fuck up on the face of someone we care about.
It looks I'm in good company at least :)
ReplyDeleteLOL no you're not alone, I am here to announce that I am a major fuck up. Ah well... what else is new.
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem btw
Well.... it seems you have struck a cord. We all have been and you will never be alone.
ReplyDeleteBlessings
LOL! I love how your comments always make me feel so mellow....
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