Nothing

It was meant to hurt like hell

in the end when it would die

but I knew it was meant to be

when I looked into his eyes.

The sweet taste of blood

at the end of my wet lips

but much sooner the taste of tears

from my blind eyes they slip.

Though when I recalled

I then cried no more

unlike one deserving

betrayal is the seal to the open sore.

It took me so long to get this far

It took me nothing to trust

It took me nothing to cry

It took me nothing to lust.