plummeting lilac

So after you’ve beaten me into my unpredicted death, you shower me with flowers and kisses. You apologize but it isn’t sincere. I’ve lived life just waiting to die at any minute. I trusted you and believed that you wouldn’t hurt me. But what I’ve failed to realize was you’ve already created my headstone. A thousand years could go by, but everything between us remained constant. Ludicrous. It may be you that’s alive but I’m the one that’s actually living; see I’m free while you just sit in guilt rotting away. You’ve beaten me, yes but you have also set me free.