She really believed things would change, and for her sake I hoped they would. But to be honest, I hated her for it.

These vengeful hours
will be my undoing

Too late to be night
Too early to be day
Too lost to be found

Impatiently I wait
breathlessly consuming

Every word

Every thought

Every image

Every bit of you

A dangerous tool
at my fingertips
I caress it's jagged teeth
lingering over the thought

Considering

The implications
and consequences

of. my. every. word.

I give in