The the raindrops hit the streets
Like how your tears splash unto your silk sheets
The bruises he left on your face
The rips he made on your lace
From the heated nights you had on the bed
When he kissed you like that night he would end up dead
He cupped your neck around his palms when he kissed you
When he whispers he loves you , with no hesitancy you did too
That was your greatest mistake
Loving him.
- t.