The pain you must feel
can wounds ever heal
the shame that is mine
the shortness of time

The love I expressed
overcome by regret
the sadness you showed
overcome me so

No way could I find
No words of love, or kind
could stop you drifting away

So I took myself away

Another kiss on the cheek
like a bus it hit me
there is a first time
and a last time
for everything
blood lips after skin
with newfangled revenge
from the age of once to heaven
in a space
where winter gathers momentum
a man such as I
seeks a clean slate
for your kissered-become
are colder than pain
at a point far beyond zero
my heart must melt the blizzard
as my Love for you
muster upward
counting the years
your tears
my rain.
Then heaven I shall enter
albeit waiting on you
are solely in vain.

Hush now, my darling,

I really don't need to know --


I can endure this.

He has affairs, I

don't cry anymore, my eyes --


spark brighter than flint.

Here it is,
The moment
Where you know
That your soul-mate
............................
Is absolutely full
Of it


Daily routine disappointment
You refuse to see the point
And your sick of me saying
That These crazy,
"captain save a **" ways are
impeding our dreams


How the **** cant you see
past it?
You got life on fast-forward
Ignore anything important
Where you at young warrior?


I need you to reach the door,
Along with
fauna and flora
"Alohomora"

Being cheated on hurts. So. Bad. 


The way I loved before, I know I’ll never be able to get back to that point ever again.

My sense of self worth has gone down, I now question my trust in my own intuition, and my hurt feels like a pain I’ve never felt before.


“I’m so glad I never have to worry about him.” 


Something I used to always tell my mom and friends.

I always thought his love for me would overpower his desire for other women. I was so wrong. 


I felt stupid. I felt played. 


I’d had opportunities to do him as ***** (if not dirtier) than he did me. I didn’t partake in those opportunities because I felt like our love was so pure and I didn’t want to be the one to ruin something so beautiful.

I was wrong. 
I felt embarrassed. I felt ashamed. 


While I was sick, I thought he was being true to me. I fantasized about having his kids upon healing. I thought our love grew stronger because he was there for me at my lowest.

I was wrong.


Instead, he was spending time and money - something we both felt we had such little of- on someone else.

I feel hurt. I feel unsafe. 


I don’t trust the same way I used to. I don’t look at him the same way I used to. I don’t have “forever” hopes like I used to.


Hopefully someday I’ll heal.

But for now, my heart hurts.

I’ll never be the same.