it was all my fault
you were drenched in crimson
you just laid there
motionless
not a single
strand of your
snow white hair
left unpainted
with red—
so still
so pitiful
so unnerving
so remorseful
so convenient
and so **** sad
that you're still bleeding.
clutching to
what's left
of your poor
masochistic breath
as if
you're too sure
that this time
i'll hear you out...
why won't you be?
i was so sure
you'd be shouting it out
anyway.
just
like
how
you
scream
'go to hell'
or
'go **** yourself'
or
'die now please'
or
'you look like a taxi in that suit'
or
'i hate you'
or
'i love you'
you'd scream everything.
always.
like when you said
'i'll always be there for you'
and
'i hope you never come back'
when you were hurt
you'd shout curses
like a prayer
when you were drunk
you'd screech songs
like a drifting car.
but right then
you whispered.
and you whispered so softly
it was more unbelievable
than the fact that
i heard it more clealy
more soundly
than the time
you screamed
'i'm done putting up with you.'
"tell me a little lie"
"and tell me you'll never"
"ever leave me this time."
and you were so peaceful
this one single exeptional time
as you tried ever so
unsettlingly
to catch your breath.
i simply couldn't resist.
"i promise."
"i'll never leave you."
"ever."
"cross my heart and hope to die."
but you never
did listen did you?
it was all your fault
i'm drenched in crimson
some promises just can't be broken
