i knew things were going to be
different the second my
lips met yours.
in that very millisecond, under
the haze of the streetlights
i knew i was doomed;
there was no going back.
the raw wind of april sent
shivers down my spine.
when your hands found their way
into my back pockets there was
something about the gesture that
made me realize i was about to
embark on emotional hell, but
i told myself everything you
put me through was heaven.
i let myself fall for every lie
that rolled off your tongue.
but it's my fault, i kissed you
and i don't think i'll ever
forgive myself for it.
i should have known things
were going to be different the
moment you broke off the kiss
and looked at me,
as if i was some kind of
prey you've been hunting.
i was no longer a person
but a conquest,
no longer love but lust.
and what do you have to
say for yourself?
i told you so.