Cared too much.
Did too much.
Loved the role I chose as wife.
Dinners cooked.
Clothes washed.
House up kept.
I relished making a home for us.
Giving pleasure without expectation,
I loved.
Desire for the one I married,
Was like a fire within.
Fishing, camping, road tripping,
I lost my co-pilot.
The joy I felt was simply that,
One sided, delusional.
I thought he was happy.
Our hopes and dreams as a couple,
Filled my heart with happiness of the love I was blessed to have.
Only to find out it was all a lie.
What a fool I was,
Blinded by what I thought was love.
Picking up the pieces won't be easy,
For I have fooled myself before.