Sweet Sins

The taste of his lips, oh so delightful. It takes the pain away, if only for a moment, of the heart that beat in a broken rhythm. I knew it to be wrong. Both hearts beating for mine. Both trying to make me smile. I have become what I hate. I told them both to wait for my heart to heal and for my mind to think. What am I to do? Oh sweet sorrow, those damn blues. Binding my wrists as I sentence myself to death. I cry as the fairytale no longer comes to life, but instead its darkened shadows take to the light. I let my morals be my judge, and my words be my jail. Forever with broken heart, and sweet sins to start.