Anger I guess 

Even though it's me made all this mess

I now regret the last thing I said to you,

I know you have feelings the same as I do.

I've blocked from my mind

Your smile,

Your smell,

Just thinking of you makes me feel unwell.

I want you to understand 

Even though there's no chance,

What we had slipped through my hands, 

I had no control,

I didn't want to do what I did,

I couldn't make myself understand,

Lying, cheating, 

Being underhand.