i really don't...
i mean to say...
i don't know how
i got this way
i can't conceal
the scar you left
it doesn't heal
i do my best
no longer young
you grew me up
no longer good
i had to stop
misogyny
and waves of pain
still come and go
and come again
where are you now
i think i know
in bed with him
well i think so
my lazy morning
crumbles in
to self-disgust
and wallowing
how many days
how many years
how much time choking
back the tears
'tis better to
have loved and lost
than never loved
for all it cost
but worse to love
and lose
and then
to lose the will
to love again
Voices In My Head by Wayne Myers