This isn't exactly lovy poetry...But you know....
All My Shame All My Sin
I can tell you I'm a monster. I can tell you I'm a thief.
I've stolen hearts and never gave them back, as
they were all shattered by my hands. And all I can
do is write a silly poem. I've bore sin all my life.
I've raped souls with simple words and never took
a second look. I can tell you I'm a poet though I've
never known what that means. I've written books full
of anguish and self-pity and never stopped
to think how it all really seems.
I've been a lover with the sharpest edges known to man.
I've been a hunter with no mercy in my hands.
I've tortured heart and soul without ever knowing
what I'd done. I've torn into fragile minds all the while
thinking you & I were having fun.
I've used my love to write the sweetest poems on Earth.
All the while wishing I could be the poem the emotional
abuse was worth. I've used sex to exact absolute control.
Never knowing I never had control at all. So when she says
I'm the monster in her life, my only thought is of those nights-
When she would wake up crying. Knowing it was me who wasn't
trying. Knowing it was me and all my lying.
I offer no excuses for all my shame and sin.
I only offer the truth that was written on my skin.
And I know one day I will lay here dead.
And on that day my former love will put her
pain to bed.