it's funny, the fact that your knife
is buried solidly between my shoulder blades
only makes me doubt myself,
not you

how could i trust so easily?

you double-crossed me
and left me to deal with the consequences
of your actions
without so much as a backward glance

do you have no remorse?

even a kiss on the cheek before you sold me out
like Judas himself
some kind of warning
would have been nice
so i could know, so i could expect
to be choking and coughing up blood
your blade in my lungs
my face in the dirt
as coins change hands
and you leave a rich man
as the world fades around me

you couldn't have followed Judas's example more closely,
except for that one treacherous kiss
though that could have been our first one, after all
how long had you known you were going to betray me, really?

h.f.m.