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.