the hand that grieves you

you bite the hand
that grieves you.
she hardly notices.
you bite again,
harder this time.
she wipes
away the blood.
and sneers at your
attempts at anger.
so you try a different,
approach, one
of remorse and regret,
contrition,
but this too,
means nothing to
her. it's too
late, whatever love
you once had, has
long ago left.