I remember my pills
Beside my bed
Staring me down
And the blades
Dancing on my skin,
But
With your apology-filled confession
I imagine you
Forgetting
Who
You promised to love
As you
Indulge
In your own
Sweet misery
There is no desire
For me
To be open
When I know
It will only add
Burn
To
Burn
And I
Will, once again
Be apologizing