fault.

catefrances

the door opens
his hand reaches out
step back
out of his way

a bunch of roses
blood red
matches the black eye
he gave last night

not for her pain
not for her forgiveness
but for his guilt

she turns away
he steps forward
she retreats

the door flies open
curled in a ball
false dreams
false hope
fallen angels
three word lies
and valentines

in the morning
he awakens
she is gone
her body's there
but she is gone
can't hurt her anymore

last night's roses
on her grave.