What did you expect?
That it would last forever?
You knew;
We all knew.
It was never meant to be.
"Do not drop anchor",
I warned you.
"Do not harbour futile hopes".
You did not listen.
You never listen.
And now, here you are again.
Broken. Bleeding.
Drowning in a miserable pool
Of tears, alcohol and self-loathing.
And you look up at me again.
Apologetic. Tearful and pathetic.
Expecting me to pick you up again.
Like I always do.
Counting on me to stitch up another wound.
To soothe. To reassure that all will be well.
To whisper all the things you want to hear.
That it was never your fault.
That you did nothing wrong.
Well, fuck you, heart.
Of course it was your fault.
It was always your fault.
This time
I will watch you
Bleed dry.
I have no more chances
To waste on you.
Take your contagious pain
And rid myself of your misery.
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
