He did it again,
Magnifying his wound, marking his infidelity.
It was my fault before and it is my fault now.
It's all me.
I wasn't good enough.
I'll never be good enough.
He did it again.
It hurts more than last time, so much more.
The urge has come back.
I am disappointed.
How can others live through this?
Maybe they drink and smoke to ease the pain; but I, I raise my blade and twinkle its radiance in the sunlight with the hope it may ameliorate my torment.
The audacity crossed him to say his final goodbyes.
Even then, he couldn't hide his treachery, her name marring my soul as it illuminated on his phone.
- Adrienne
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