Regrets Make me Sick

Falling out with a ex-boyfriend equals poetry.

I'm sick of thinking about you,

I think you're sick of me,

When I try to get help all that people can say

Is just try to be his friend,

My regrets torment me cos so many include you,

If theres one thing I want it's to make it up to you,

So please raise the iron curtain that hangs between us

And join me on the other side with open arms,

Our warm embrace will bring light into the morgue

Chasing some of the shadows away.

Until then though I will think of you

And keep company with the shadows you left behind.