former

there’s times where i’ve craved

and i’ve received

but there is no greater punishment

than disappointment.

like the lack of softness in your eyes

or the way you won’t speak

after you’ve gotten what you came for

i’d be foolish to say that

my guard will never come down

because somewhere deep down

in the crevice of my thoughts

i cared just enough

to feel the stab wound you left

right where it hurts.