You may speak your truth, but all I hear are lies,
rotten versions of your truth.
I would have believed in anything and everything.
In something good. I heard your voice, what you were saying.
Even things you couldn't say.
In the expectation of something that may just be right.
But I need to stand my ground.
How easy it is to go down that slippery slope.
For a time you were all I needed to get by.
In the great grand scheme of things, you were the constant.
I would have fallen to pieces for you, and maybe the walls did tumble.
I wanted to be there but you wouldn't let me.
Between the things that you said and did,
that last act of betrayal took the cake.
Erasing all the good that happened
and was bound to happen, had I stayed.
I've never fancied myself a sadist,
and yet there I was stoically bearing every unkind act you have played.
It's even harder to breathe now.
Honestly and strangely, with you I felt something I hadn't in a while.
I may have mistaken it at one time or another for something akin to what?
Infatuation? Falling? I am beyond labeling it now.
It is done.
For a long time, I had so many questions.
Now, I don’t even need to know the answers.
I need to unfold.
(photo cred: www.cherrybam.com)
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