It was the same time, day, second, place and year,
I look back at you, your hand wrapped around her waist,
Your tender smile curves on your lips,
Peering down at her,
I stand numb at my feet,
You break me for her,
you broke your promises for her,
You lied to me for her,
How is she better than me?
Does she give you the things that I can't give?
Does she make you happy and I don't?
I don't understand.
The wound is still unhealed,
I didn't want it to heal.
So that it will remind me how you left me when life was helpless
You left me, it taught some part of me to be strong and still
The unhealed mark; scars that change me. Truly.
YOU ARE READING
anything & everything
Poesíasomething were meant to be hidden yet it's strangling. perhaps all those feeling if written down, will go? Picture - Pinterest I do not own the picture.
