writer in the dark

shameless

Shame. Shame.
Their gaze is piercing.
Shot like bullets from their eyes.
The lead sinks comfortably in my guts.

Shame. Shame.
They’re not looking at us, right?
Doubt, paranoia, crawling in my brain.
My guts twist around the lead.

Shame. Shame.
I wrap my arms around my love.
Their gaze narrows.
I am sentenced to their conclusion.

Shame. Shame.
My love presses her lips to my cheek.
The heat from their gaze vanishes.
Under the restaurant’s lowlight, she is stunning.

Shame. Shame.
As much as you want
Still you won’t, still you can’t
Steal even a happy moment from us

Shame. Shame?
For what?
For loving her?
I will never be ashamed.

Shame. Shame.
Throw as many of its knives as you would like.
They’ll fall like pebbles around us.
You cannot take this away from me.

Shame. Shame.
It’s rotting inside you.
Bet you’re only casting it,
Because you can’t stand how it feels.

Shame. Shame.
So misplaced is your blame.
We are not why you can’t find happiness,
Following tradition's false teachings.

Shame. Shame.
It falls on deaf ears.
I have found more bliss in my love
Than you ever will in your twisted “beliefs”.

Shame. Shame.
It can’t tear us apart.
I will only hold my love tighter.
It’s a tether you can’t sever.

Shame. Shame.
Shame on you.