I am sorry

For that time I crushed you down

When you were just trying to help;

I was too concerned with me and Flattery:

My will became my pride, and

I looked down at you, a moment that seizes my heart with pain

To this day. 

You wanted nothing more than to make me proud and help me out

And I shut you down. 

I am gross and a coward. And my pain is pronounced

Forgive me. 


An ache to write that consumes my eyes
It rips and rends my flesh in twain
A gaping longing empty hurting
To fill with perfect porcelain phrase. 

I            Must          Write           Or

           I           Will           Die  

My screaming ink-blood boils inside