and child the most terrifying
thing about love
is that there’s always one person
that loves more.
one lover will swim in shallow waters,
while the other drowns in oceans
with ice and currents
that do nothing but pull you deeper and deeper.
and that person always becomes
the doormat for their significant other,
you get so used to mistreatment,
broken promises and betrayal
that you don’t even flinch
when more truth come to life.
‘’he’s been unfaithful again.’’
you will want to run and hide,
beg the lord to just take these feelings away
but the minute his hands touch your hips,
it all goes away like a distant memory
that you were forced to forget.
you get down on praying knees and ask god,
how can the devil be someone so beautiful?
the most traumatic thing about being
the one that loves more
is that even when you find solid proof
that this man has been unfaithful
you will never pack your bags to leave,
you might cry, you might make a fuss
but at the end of that,
you will dry your tears
and get up to cook his favourite meal.
even when he calls you her name by accident
you pretend not to hear,
you forgive him so many times
that you almost forget
to let him fight for you.
you’re supposed to be his wife, girlfriend,
but you’re nothing but a part time lover.
but you convince yourself that it’s okay
if you get to wake up next to him,
and not alone in tears soaked sheets.
You deserve a love that doesn't feel washed up.