i knew things were going to be

different the second my

lips met yours.

in that very millisecond, under

the haze of the streetlights

i knew i was doomed;

there was no going back.

the raw wind of april sent

shivers down my spine.

when your hands found their way

into my back pockets there was

something about the gesture that

made me realize i was about to

embark on emotional hell, but

i told myself everything you

put me through was heaven.

i let myself fall for every lie

that rolled off your tongue.

but it's my fault, i kissed you

and i don't think i'll ever

forgive myself for it.

i should have known things

were going to be different the

moment you broke off the kiss

and looked at me,

as if i was some kind of

prey you've been hunting.

i was no longer a person

but a conquest,

no longer love but lust.

and what do you have to

say for yourself?

i told you so.