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Hey, everyone. I wasn't very happy yesterday (no, last night was much better), and I'm being brought down a little. Not as much as yesterday, mind you, but still enough to be in the right mindset to post the sonnet I wrote yesterday.

This poem is not to be taken as though it's how I feel now, but it is how I felt in the morning, so down, so hopeless. I originally titled it "Undeserving," but I feel a better title would be "Guilt."

Is this desire strong enough to hurt?
Is this desire wrong enough to kill?
It seems that wanting left me lacking will.
I'm selfish, couldn't see my words, so curt
Perhaps you find me nothing more than dirt
When anger rules my mind, my hand must spill
Each promise must have lied, I can't hold still
My murmurs meant for you will go unheard.
They only break the string, unwinding fast
I want for you to stay, I'd better free your chains
It's safest, leaving now, before the flood
I only burn what bridges break from pains
No friendship ever hopes to stand, to last
I hurt, I aim to have what drowns in blood.

Wow, that was repetitive, morbid, and completely not as emotional as I thought. *sigh* If only, if only. *glances at the only person likely to read it* You'd better comment on this one, at least.