i woke up next to you again,
red wine lips
slightly parted,
a contented sigh
escaping out
of crushed cherries.
the night is still young,
you had said,
a lopsided grin
crawling its way
to your sinful mouth
speaking in dead languages.
( do not lie to me, darling )
i woke up next to you again,
eyebrows furrowed,
small hands traveled to mine,
soft whilst never unwavering.
you begged me to stay,
never letting go of the
edges of my shirt.
insides stirred,
i watched you in awe
as you pat the spot
next to you.
( just this once, i let you do as you please )
i woke up next to you again,
gaze already set
on my visage.
a lazy smile and a kiss
greeting me.
this was love,
you had thought
but you were
wrong.
( tonight will be the last, mi amor)
i woke up next to you again,
clothes tattered and torn,
lifeless eyes greeting me,
sheets splotched
with regret and blood.
grief and love
are no such thing.
prey and a predator