My Mistake

Your breath forms a mist of lies
As your words hang in the air
Stabbing my heart with malicious daggers

You cloak yourself in hatred and bloodlust
Despair is your gift that you give oh so freely


Your heart torn out and in its place
A gaping void devouring the light
Inside the hearts of those around you

You offered me wine laced in sweet words
And furtive glances
You smiled with what I once thought were stars
But now that the wine has lost its hold
They are nothing more than glinting swords

And the sad part is
You like it this way