Regret

She stabbed me in my heart
with her shoes on.
And left me standing there dripping.
I was hurt, but uninjured;
then I realised that the only constant companion
is regret

a poem that could have been....

I once had an idea...
but sadly I lost her
so I write this poem
as an ode to my lost thought

Rush

A sudden rush of passion
Oh what a chemical romance.
As we indulged in that deadly dance.
She cried for help,
and I laughed.
I laughed at my own inadequacy
my border-line lunacy;
bloody hands!!!
Still, I laughed, as the colour drained from my face.