Promising Regret

by, Cassandra

Desire swears to me that it is not a sin,
but this vulnerable chord of sadness
rings out in the dreaded dawn.
Promising regret, but I'd be
foolish not to try.

You lost your right to me,
wallowing in your
vintage ideology;
declaring patience
is a virtue,
but you never
follow through.

And this spiritual context
in which you dwell is
nothing more than a
hypothetical heroin
that is dragging me down.