rayier

I am sorry I was never there for you. he says the words as he always does, with a pitying smile and rueful eyes. his face now looks soft with sympathy, a gentle stream of water in a scorching desert. but I cannot bring myself to repeat the words I always say. it's okay. I forgive you. because between us it really isn't. thoughts hang by a thread like a spider's silk web, droplets of dew collecting on silver strands. and I pull on these strings, water scattering into nothing and find that fate entangles me. he is a liar. she spits the words out like it is venom injected in her bloodstream that she must rip out. her words are black and he