I contemplate the arrogance
that assumes forgiveness
but never actually requests it.
That would be far to humble an action
and much to honest an emotion
for one who enjoys setting fires.
My heart, which often loves,
is no longer a foolish believer.
Your actions call you deceiver.
Though, it pains my giving heart.
I have read this passage before
and I do not wish
to retrace old patterns.
I ponder the lack of remorse
but of course,
you feel you’re giving a favor,
lucky me, lucky me.
I get to tread upon eggshells again
if I want.