Of course this would happen
When does it not
I let people in and I get hurt
I trust and am then shown
Why I should not
I know it was a party
I know you were drunk
But if you had even a speck
Of the love you claimed to have for me
That wouldn't have mattered
You would not have slept with her
And I would not be sitting here
With blood on my wrists
And tears on my cheeks
And a pounding headache
From crying so much
If love really exists,
It is my enemy.