This poem is unnamed mostly because it doesn’t really work. It started off being about the nervousness and emotional pain I was feeling during a health scare. But then became a sort of sappy love poem after one stanza. It actually reminds me, both the top stanza and the rest, of my old teenage poems. Which were bad and awesome at the same time. I mean, objectively they were bad poems. But they were awesome in how obvious it was they didn’t give a fuck how bad they were.

Written on 27-01-2017. Posted here in February 2017.


The skin peels back as I scratch and scratch
Never before has it been this bad
My fingers keep taping
I’m worried ‘bout them snapping
And I’ve given up thinking ‘all’s good’

But I’ve made my choices and I’m seeing them through
I’m just so fucking lucky, couldn’t do this without you
You tell me that you love me and I’ve always known it’s true

We walk hand in hand down the barrel of a gun
But somehow when I’m with you even that just feels like fun
And I know you think I have regrets, but baby I’ve got none

And no matter how long we are together
It’s all been worth it, couldn’t have been better
You are all that matters, all else is just whatever


The second stanza is one I actually like. If I had not abandoned this poem, I would probably try to shift the rest of them to line up more with that. It actually hits its point well and doesn’t read quite so bad as the rest. That said, the line about not having regrets is probably my fave part of the poem overall. Rule of cool for the win!