Eve

[ritwiksadhu33]

we met with ashen tongues
keeping hushed the sins we lay
thinking of.  then the night comes.  
        — 'qu'est-ce que j'ai fait?'
            'ce bordel sur mon lit' 

i received you on my knees

The first para paints a haunting, blurred picture of the disorder in our lives in remarkably few words, and I absolutely adore how the ending line reverses the meaning of "What have I done to deserve this?" (Does it really? Hmm. The more ambiguity the better, of course) The choice of ending line might have been better while keeping the same interplay alive, though.