Your sweet words

Forever burned into my

Unforgiving memories.

The touch of your hand

Caressing my fallen tears…

But all of that

Had been only false.

The flames in your eyes

Not an entity of love

But of a desire for pain.

The sickening smile

Played unto your lips

Oh, the torture! The torture…

Silently, in my unconsciousness,

Joyous had you been.

Why not again, when

My tears do not blind me?

Alas, pain is your only pleasure

And, of course,

You only

Love.

Now, those words,

Dripping venom with every

Syllable…cannot let me

Latch on to its'

Painfully fake promises,

So, I attach myself to the next best thing.

His pleasure…your pleasure.