Thread: the walk of shame

I've walked the walk of shame
Too too many times
Too many drunken nights
spent looking for affection
in all the wrong places
no love involved
not even mentioned
Just twisted tangles of lies
and desire
Not hopeing for anything
that lasts longer than a night
because love can't exsist
when your hearts torn to pieces
Hell is in my own head
happiness is a myth
Just trying to drink the night away
before morning brings regret,
and memories of too many locked doors
and open windows.
with no hope of changeing
No hope for someone like me
whos walked the walk of shame
too too many times

This feels very much like a song to me, not that I know anything about song writing.

un named, an excellent title tying in with your poem. The absence of "real" love described in your poem makes it tender in the way of yearning. You got that across extreemely well. A very good piece. Laurie