12.01.11

an. trigger warning: abuse.


it's funny how people change, isn't it?
a year ago, you would have
told a lie: promised things will be different,
insisted i mean it this time.

now you simply smirk, because we both know
exactly what comes next. the consequences of
insatiable thirst - sorrow. anger. bruises. tears.

tomorrow, a kiss on the cheek and a
single white rose will be your apology,
and i will accept them. because i cannot
ever allow myself to see the insincerity,
the pathetic lust for violence in your eyes:
eyes i once fancied held compassion, beauty.

but tonight, i will burn,
burn for your sins.