a rolling spasm in my chest
waving out a guilty speck
no, no
i am not guilty
i am not in the wrong
i know it
attitudes and presentations
first impressions
and angry words
it's creeping up, up, up
from my chest
sloughing up my esophagus
squash it down because i am not wrong
i did nothing wrong
but you've made me like this
twisting a one-eighty
with the gun pointed at me
so you think you've won
maybe you have
so you think you're high and mighty
but you are not
you are not better than me
because i was right
honest and true
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Constellations;
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- because i was right;
- dishonest practice;
- skinny little girl;
- she wants;
- wake up world, the sun is rising;
- parasitic leech;
- box of treasures;
- beachy escape;
- maybe it's just me;
- a thousand nights;
- the best friend's silence;
- temptation;
- rates of time;
- falling;
- end of the line;
- rejuvenate;
- hard to concentrate;
- little things;
- tears begin to flow;
- regrets;
- i remember;
- pandora's box;
- karma;
- continue forward;
- pull me down;
- sister;
- academia;
- it's steadily getting worse;
- failed promises;
- i am not one to;
- young, uninhibited and free;
- a million things;
- it just keeps on coming;
- no time for rest or sleep;
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♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
A good poem about guilt. One of the most interesting processes is the work to get rid of it.
ReplyDeleteWith a good friend of mine, I am doing a deep excursion into the AGS(anxiety guilt shame)-territory. Never did anything like that before.