‘I messed up with you,’ you said
Well damn right you did, well damn
sure you did.
Wasting years of this life
trying to cognisise a
memory of all, a clue to happier days
but wait –
there are none.
Apologise no more because forgiveness
will not be redeemed by these shores. Forget it
because this is something I bore alone.
‘I messed up with you.’
Well fuck you, too.
A product beyond use, battered
and abused by ill care inflicted
by previous tools.
Just get scatter shift
and let me be, a name blushed red
by faults committed not by my deeds.
Just leave me now and I’ll flee.
No longer a burden, this constant reminder
of mistake-stained days.