You once told me
That life was beautiful
That progression was beautiful,
That I was beautiful

But that wasn't true,
I know it now,
You couldn't have done,
Though I still don't know how,
Or why
You chose to hide it from me,
But what's done is done
Even if it ran deep
Though the rip in my heart
That was already there,
Just one quiet sentence
And one loud tear
Of muscle

I thought I was strong,
I could hold it out,
And there's no use in crying,
Or a scream and a shout
Because you don't want to see me
It's all about her,
You thought it would be easy,
And it wasn't.
For either of us.

Was it beautiful for you?
That simple progression?
Is life as beautiful as you once mentioned?
Or is it different now,
Not better nor worse,
Is it what you wanted, what you rehearsed?
Or did you just not think at all?