The Guilt You Gave Me

wait for the rifle

to confirm guilt

I can self loathe myself

to nirvana but I cant

reach it

till  you trigger on misdeeds

torture me

the groomsman

of your unrequited

love and I want

you to see it

yell hate on me

an acid that will

free

my sexual avarice

free

you for real happiness

I cannot give you

shoot at this heart

of mine that

pumped back once

twice

maybe

but always beat to

satiate a desire

yet I smell no

gunpowder

we had an accord

of stained sheets

cigarettes legs

rubbing sweat

you rape it

with feelings

leaving me chained

in unexpected emotion

guilty for your

breach of contract

and as I wait against

the firing wall

which one of us

is blindfolded

the bad loved

or the weak love