i'll hold you accountable
for all the tears
i will cry
for all the blood
i shed dry
for the fresh wounds
for the old ones
that never seems
to heal
and i am
telling you
i am well acquaited
with hate at night
yes,
when the morning comes
i might be all yours
again
but i will never
forget
all the nights
you slept
beside this
sleepy body.