her clothes were soaked with mildew
ropes burned their way through her fragile, thin wrists
i stood over her waiting to see if she was going to live or die
i remember her screaming and scratching at my arms
while i was tying her wrists behind her back
she was kicking her legs up and down in my direction
trying to prevent me from knotting the ropes
"stop crying" i screamed in her face
"you took me for granted this time...
...how could you have done this to me?"
i said as i punched the ground beside her until fists were sore and bloody
"honey, this could've all been different if you had wanted it to be..."
i gently whispered in her ear
"i don't care what you want anymore...
...this is what i want now..."
don't offer me anything
you will be wasting your breath
