inspiration strikes @ the wal

you should know what it feels like
i know you've been there many times
i'm not asking for your sympathy
i'm calling your bluff

we'll never be here again
i won't allow it
suffocate your sins because i know you won't confess
it started a little secret now you're just a mess

where will you run now?
you're all alone, fact the facts
you wouldn't reach for my caring hand
now continue swimming in your regrets

[x.double0's.x]
people often ask me what inspires the poems[if you can even call them that] i write. usually my answer is 'obsession', but this time it's about letting go of an obsession. i can't really go into too many details, but it's about a situation i've dealt with in my past and i've recently learned to let go. i've come to understand that it's a part of my life that has happened and is now a memory/nightmare and i'll never let happen again.