Fiction
You demand forgiveness but forget the remorse
In your head you’re a victim, none of it was your fault
To you, your tears bear proof of your endless mistakes
Despite the revision of your cruel, dangerous ways
All you have is the past, even that is just fiction
You don’t put down the book
You don’t try to listen
To how you haunt my dreams
Or honour my nightmares
To how I still flinch at every shadow of you
How your lies break the skin, how the truth leaves a bruise
You’ll continue to claim denial as your home
And somehow forget how the fault is your own.
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