This was a poem I wrote while slowly getting over a bust up with a current boyfriend.
You have no idea how it feels,
To know I broke your heart.
To know that I didn’t feel the same,
Right from the start.
You have no idea how it feels,
To say it to your face.
If feels like God’s frowning on me,
I run away from His grace.
The morning that I told you,
I woke in terrible pain.
Everytime I thought of you,
I didn’t know how to explain.
Everytime you said “I love you”,
I replied just the same.
But when you hugged me goodbye,
My face was covered in shame.
I could not love as you do,
All fire, blaze and awe.
Every lie I replied,
Made me feel quite sore.
So when I heard that I was hurting you,
I knew it all along.
I knew that beneath all my happiness,
Something was wrong.
So when I said that I was closing the door,
I knew I’d caused you pain.
I knew that at some point,
It would be something I couldn’t contain.
So here I stand, taking my ground,
On the burnt pile of love we built.
You may say I did nothing wrong,
But I’m still under the torture of guilt.
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