Lovers

The​ ​sizzling​ ​temperature​ ​of​ ​my​ ​vein

Feels​ ​like​ ​a​ ​premature,​ ​familiar​ ​pain

I​ ​carry​ ​an​ ​uncomfortable​ ​shame

That​ ​I​ ​willingly​ ​play​ ​this​ ​stupid​ ​game

My​ ​will​ ​too​ ​weak​ ​that​ ​I​ ​cannot​ ​contain

Feelings​ ​that​ ​now​ ​stir,​ ​but​ ​not​ ​to​ ​remain

The​ ​thoughts​ ​that​ ​no​ ​one​ ​have​ ​yet​ ​come​ ​to​ ​claim

Manifest​ ​into​ ​a​ ​mind​ ​full​ ​of​ ​blame

Strong guilt continues to pound through my brain

Truth and solace I just cannot attain

Memories that sting with a fiery shame

Goodness of time that I fail to reclaim

The​ ​others​ ​had​ ​left​ ​a​ ​deep​ ​rooting​ ​stain

And​ ​every​ ​reward​ ​is​ ​prudent​ ​and​ ​vain

The​ ​shards​ ​of​ ​loving​ ​that​ ​I​ ​fail​ ​to​ ​tame

All​ ​come​ ​from​ ​one​ ​long​ ​twilight​ ​with​ ​that​ ​dame