no remorse

i said to you, that lonely night, “do you
remember when you told me how you fell
in love with our connection?” eyes will tell
me what you think, i thought. and through
the lenses of your glasses, lastly i knew
the lies you always gave were only lies;
and you, my love, were good at hiding eyes
it’s hard to know if anything was true.
the minute i got rid of you for good
did nothing but relieve my soul, and when
you try to come around again, this time
i won’t forgive, i won’t forget, and should
you say you have remorse, and try to climb
into my heart again, it’ll be no-good.