3.

You.
You smiled at me with wolves teeth.
And I,
I fell down to my knees,
cursing my promises made in this night.

We had one chance too make it mine,
one night to turn these grapes into wine.

We.
We walked the long way round again.
And you,
you just got here too late,
became just an echo in my empty mind.

There is too much left in me of you,
the tail end of a demon I never knew.

You.
You were the wrong kind of crime.
And I,
I was pulling you through,
picking glass out of wounds you did to you.

Now my eyes want to see someone new,
I'm tired of wasting my moments on you.