3/5/13

I lied to you.
I said "who knows what the future holds."
before I walked out and had my cigarette.

I know.

I know I won't be coming back anymore.

I know I looked into your eyes, and didn't tremble.

I'm satisfied.
I want no more of these tense confessions
and temporary forgiveness.

let's bury the hatchet.
let's never have to talk again.

because I really didn't like it.