I have never been so hurt in my life.
Betrayed and torn open by the one who I love and who I thought loved me.
Yet within our darkest times our brightest colors shine.
You bled dark hues of black and blue
dripping onto me your guilt, fear, and frustration
and painting over everything I tried to be for you.
Marking me with words like "cheater" and "villain."
All the while walking away a blank canvas for someone else to try and paint.
Actions speak louder than words,
and although your tongue constantly whispered "I love you,"
your idleness screams "I don't."