Unrealistic Expectations

Let me taste the smouldering ashes of your regret  
 
I want you to feel me burning this time  
 
Just a wiff just will not cut the mustard this day..  
 
I need to know you're sorry but not through your words or your actions  
 
I want it to be sewn to my life bodily so I can show the world how I've been wronged.  
 
I need to stumble this time for real, coughing air too intoxicated to breathe and spit blood I know for certainty could not of been my own.  
 
To paralize this fear in me and finally have something to call my own  
 
 
 
 
This moment  
 
 
"I wanted to breathe smoke"  
 
 
 
(Smoke)  
 
 
 
 
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler   -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan