Consequence

Past is prologue.
I knew of the precedence.
If you trace my heart’s remnants,
And follow the tracks of your lipsticks…
You won’t find coincidence.

Follow the trail of your scents.
The lies told…no conscience.
Indescribable…makes no sense.
Secrets you kept in hiding. My back…you kept stabbing.
Nothing but a repeat of your beginnings.

You only knew love by name
Because the more I looked into your eyes,
I could see that you didn’t recognize its face…
Blowing it back with your coldness.
Was appalled by the taste of your blindness

Told me your past was in the past
And that none of it remained.
Said you've changed.
I tried to look beyond the facts.
You remained the same.

Had fallen hard.
Allowed you to trespass on my heart.
The damage…irrevocable.
The hurt…incomprehensive.
Utterly disgusted. Don’t know if I can forgive.

Trusted you.
Let you in.
You broke me down.
I’m at the brink of my ending.
Inside, nothing is in existence.

Past is prologue.
Ignored the precedence.
Traced my heart’s remnants.
Followed the tracks of your lipsticks.
Followed the trail of your scents.
Now I’m entrenched
In the quicksand of Consequence.