You either move on or you don’t. You try to forgive or you won’t. Layers upon layers of “I’m sorrys” never swayed your back. I know you, and I’m so sorry for that.
The silent killer is silence. Stab her in the gut or face her like a man… I’m so sorry I hurt you, I’m doing all I can.
The murder is quiet in the ink of night. It turns a leary eye upon its prey. A glimmer of recognition before it devours and slays.
You either kill me or leave me. None of the inbetween. My fire is gasping without your air to fuel it. I’m trying to hold my breath while you watch it fade out in ruin.
I was wrong and you were right…but you have to either kill me… or fight.