Seeing the lust,
broke my heart,
to know I wasn't the only girl in your thoughts.
My heart shattered to a million pieces,
it's something I never thought I'd have to deal with.
Not only did I stop loving myself,
I began being insecure with myself.
The pictures stopped,
the affection stopped,
because that was when,
my heart stopped.
The picture perfect family,
I envisioned all our time,
was now shattered on the ground,
laying idly by my side.
To know that it was only a dream,
was when I felt the tears of stream.
I hope one day,
I can face myself,
to know I ended up loving myself.
When that happens,
I hope I can be,
a better version of myself.
The trauma is imbedded thick in my skin,
But I hope one day,
the man who's meant for me,
will not be another sin.
Sylvia
