You come in, sit on my bed,
Telling me you’re sorry,
Over and over again,
For another night that you dread.
My screaming eyes still stinging,
From all the betrayed tears I can’t cry.
You saying that it hurts you,
More then it hurts me to strike your fist against my skin.
Only if that was true,
But my soul speaks the truth,
Friday, November 28, 2008