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If an easy rain
would make the rocks slippery,
he would hold my hand.
On that bed
With your blue sheets
Your one small pillow
Your thick cover

We first kissed
It was new
It was passionate
It was indescribable, really.

We would nap
Always the same
Windows open for breezes
Bodies embraced for warmth

On that bed
A bond was shared
One I thought couldn't be broken

On that bed
Marriage was proposed
No hesitation; yes.

We promised our lives to each other
On that bed

On that very same bed
You betrayed me
In every sense of the simple word

On that bed where we had everything
In one swift move
It was taken from me, from us.

Where I felt most safe, most loved.
I'm now ashamed and broken
On our bed.
Cheaters never prosper.

— The End —