Unworthy
As the heavy rain falls down
It seems my world may end
I inhale the water & drown
'Cause it's better than living with what I did
I wish this was holy water
To wash away my sins
But instead this rain makes mud
So thick that I need fins
I don't pray for a life raft
To save my evil soul
Instead I slit my own neck
Creating gills through which to blow
My God, My Father, I do not deserve your grace
I completely understand if you look into my face
As I reach your kingdom's gates
& you banish me to Hell
I will not be surprised
I won't fight I won't yell
My insides have turned toxic
My gut begins to rot
I won't accept forgiveness
My stomach is a knot
Swelling from the inside
Soon to burst like a balloon
Spraying my wicked ways
Like confetti across the room
I should be quarantined
To protect others from my flesh
But I know that you forgive me
& my slate has been refreshed
There is no amount of gratitude
To thank you for your love
I will never be worthy
I should be disposed of
My Regret
I know how much I hurt you
I know what I did wrong
I know I don't deserve you
After stringing you along
I still remember summer
When I pushed you towards sin
It was your first music fest
But you didn't let me win
The car ride home was silent
& I knew then I'd messed up
The quietness was violent
When I realized we broke up
You were so good to me
Because you knew not I was bad
But, I treated you poorly
& I left you feeling sad
I wrote to you from rehab
I tried to make amends
I apologized for everything
Because I wanted to be friends
We went to our friends' wedding
Ate cake & drank champagne
We talked about my letter
Which in your car you did retain
You have a vision for your future
& that's to doctor people's eyes
But, I could be a part of that
If you'd only realize
I know that it sounds crazy
To ask for one more chance
But, our future isn't hazy
If you'd give it a real glance
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Random Bits of my Brain
PoesíaA collection of my poetry over the last 15 years or so. I am more proud of some works than others, however, all of it is a part of who I am. Organized into categories rather than chronologically.