Sometimes I still find myself haunted by ghosts of the past and when it seems like I’m missing, I’m just off fighting demons to find my way back. Here’s to knowing that sometimes, no matter how much you want to help others grow, it’s best to look inwards and focus on yourself.
Death of a Cheater
Confidence or arrogance
either way, you’re a fucking prick
your wife caught a girl sucking your dick
and I once thought I loved you but now know you’re sick
Plagued with greed and love-starved which –
if I didn’t know any better, I’d call the catalyst
I saw blood-soaked sheets
Checked for a trail trickling to my knees
blinked twice and as it disappeared
So acknowledged it as fantasy
I’ve never wished that you were dead, only dead to me
But letting you inside means you gave me demons to keep
So now after we fuck, I want to watch you bleed
And I know that that’s fucked, not even secretly
Now I’m learning how to stay, not leave or cheat
But I question myself, if I’m even worthy
I assume that I’m doomed
that the devil sent for me
Some decisions unforgivable
they haunt me in my sleep
So whenever I think about you
in my mind I let you bleed
refocus my attention
back to healing me
I hope that you’re growing
But just know that
I’ll remember you
as an eternal creep
I’d never wish you dead
But as far as I’m concerned, you’ve been long deceased.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 