She had said it when we first met;
Hot, sticky coffee dripping down our shirts,
The paper take-away cup lying on the floor
Forgotten

Back then I had simply laughed it off
Telling her it was fine.
But she insisted on buying me a new one
And so,
Unknowingly sowing a ****
In the fertile soil of my heart,
I said yes

Now
I can’t bring myself to laugh
Or smile
Not when she said those words again
As she cut the rope
And left me yo fall
Into the jaws of the demons
Far

Far



Far





Away from her