So many paths to choose from.

I always pick the wrong one.

An insane little girl into S&M and self mutilation.

What would mommy think of me now?

This isn’t what she wanted for her daughter.

Scarlet teardrops mark my trail

like bread crumbs.

I can't see them at night anyway.

I was lost and disoriented and yet,

How did I pick the path that led to you?

Hazel eyes haunt me as I sleep

Causing memories to surge through my head.

Shivers run down my spine

As I remember your ardent kiss,

Your gentle caress,

Your look of relentless desire.

Couldn't you direct it towards me once more?

Just once?

I promise I'll be good.

But then again, what’s an empty promise worth?