Paint it, black

You stained me with gorgeous little lies.
Did I choose to ignore your selfishness?
Did I choose to be blinded by your hungry eyes?
I pick up the shards of my heart.
I dip each piece into a inkjet dye.
It cannot be broken again if it is painted, black.

No sympathy for the devil.

Encroach me, drink in hand.
The fallacy drips from your eyes.
You repent your drunken misconducts.
Confess your lies, little do I care.
You hold the darkest corner of my heart.
She was exactly what you wanted.
I know everything about you.
Your selfish libido prevailed.
The vodka swilling your veins.
Your betrayal cannot fathom any apologies.
Your actions howl deafeningly louder than words.
With her, especially; how could I have been so naive.
It had happened before.
I allowed myself to believe you had learnt from your mistakes.
You lean before me.
Your intoxicated heart on your sleeve.
You stare into the bed of my soul with your remorseless grin.
Yet I feel nothing but sorrow for you.

The Universe, and him.

It scares me to death.
That I let someone in that close.
That someone knows me so well, better than I know myself.
He's wild and untamed and he knows every last crevasse hidden in my veins.
It truly is frightening, to have someone love you like that.