Forgive.

They were your words, your claim,
Your justice, your blame,
Your justified anger, your flame,
Your willpower, but my bane.

It was statement, unsaid, yet empathetic,
You make my heart bleed.
Did I stab you again and again,
With my sharp words, did I give you pain?

Of course, I did, what a stupid thing to ask,
It was stupid of me, terrible, wrong,
Yes, put the blame on me!
Hurt me, please, curse me!

Have you decided on utter damnation,
As punishment to this cruel soul, renunciation?
Will you go away and stop talking?
Do you know even your silence, keeps talking?

I was wrong, I need to boil in hellfire,
I did a wrong, I was a lair,
I marred you, hurt you behind your back,
Oh god, I was just so wrong!

Some human beings are curses,
And others, are angels,
Angel you are, without a doubt,
And I am about to fall out.

I wish, sometimes, that I never existed,
Then there wouldn’t be misery, this wouldn’t have happened,
You would have been happy, and just so content,
You wouldn’t be like this, wounded.

Aha, then I wouldn’t have been hurt too, I would not be there,
So I guess this sinner, you shouldn’t spare,
It’s right to be like that, because your heart I hurt,
But I’m begging you, for an unjust favor.

Give me a chance, please, please, do,
The pain on me, is like a tattoo,
Please be there, the anguish, subdue,
So that I may in gratefulness mutter my thank you.

11:51 pm, 10th January 2010.