My love has no apologies, and no respect for me.

whereisyourgodnow:

I am waiting for something to go wrong.
I am waiting for familiar resolve.
I am waiting for another repeat.
Another diet fed by crippling defeat.
And I am waiting for that sense of relief.
I am waiting for you to flee the scene.
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun.
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved.

…but if I move my place in line, I’ll lose.