It Wasn’t You. 

If I wasn't so proud I would get on my knees Fall face flat on the ground Reciting varied versions of apologies Not for stepping out but stepping into holy matrimony For laughing, for smiling For performing forbidden rituals with my spirit at ease And I apologise to the thousandth degree. - it wasn't you, …

Unforgiving. 

My body harboured hate, So deeply rooted, it took years to eradicate. Years to reestablish human affection. But now on my own road to redemption, You show up like an unwanted guest at the dinner table. I'm trying to stay sane but my mind remains unstable. I beg you to leave and you apologise, Like …