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~Leila's P.O.V.~
His voice was low and mellow. His eyes were weary and filled with deceit. I never thought the love of my life,my bestfriend,my partner in crime could hurt me so much. His heart wasn't with me at this moment. I would try to make the idea of him being faithful to me,but I knew he was with someone else.
Someone prettier.
Someone funnier.
Someone less awake.
Someone that bows down to him and puts him on a pedestal.
Someone that would be more giving,in a sexual way.
I wondered did he think of me that way. Was I just a play thing that eased its way into his heart,or was I more? Was I his wife,the person he loved. The person who could bear his beautiful children.
I sat alone most days,thinking and reminiscing on the things he did. I tried to make a home in his heart,but doors led to trapdoors and lies.
Was I not enough?
I tried to be more.
I tried to be like her.
I was lost in thought,until the man of my dreams interrupted me.
"Babe, I'll be right back. I have to take this phone call." He says clutching his phone.
"Oh,okay." I say blankly.
He gets up from the couch and makes his way down the hallway,with a smile on his face.Nothing else ever seems to hurt more theses days than that smile of his. The smile that I fell in love with.
My instincts tell me to say something,but my head tells me to just sit back and watch my love go be with somebody else.I wasn't gonna let him slip through my,already dainty,fingers.
I get up from my spot. I walk down the hallway and hear him laughing. His familiar voice of love streams through my head and memory. I make it to the room,and stop. I eavesdrop on his conversation. I can barely hear his,since he's whispering.
"Don't worry baby.She doesn't know.I promise." He says.
My hearts breaks at the sound of those words. I keep my tears in,to keep him from hearing me.
"I know you want me there with you,but I can't be and you know that." He says.
I know I'm being silent,but I'm praying he catches me listening. I once prayed to catch him whispering.
"You know I'll see tomorrow,at work." He says.
That explains why he comes home at 3 a.m. and chooses to lie to me.
I didn't need to hear more of my husband's conversation. I walk back into our living room and take my recent spot on the couch.
The day we got married, everyone said I was lucky.
My luck wasn't luck,it was a fucking curse.
He walks in and sits next to me. My hands still trembling from the lies he's told me. He look at me like I have two heads,or snakes for hair.
"Are you okay,Leila?" He asks me.
"I'm fine,Ethan." I say.
I give him a small smile and he kisses my cheek.
I hated the fact he thought I was blind.
His hands caressed my thigh. I touch him and he jumps,like my hands on his are a foreign feeling. He seems to be used to hers by now. I kept my hands to myself,but I thought of a question that I've been pondering on for quite some time now.
"What are you doing my love?"
I tried to make a home out of you.
But doors lead to trapdoors.
A stairway leads to nothing.
Unknown women wander the hallways at night.
Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician.
Able to exist in two places at once.
In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.
What are you hiding?
The past, and the future merge to meet us here.
What luck.
What a fucking curse.
-Warsan Shire
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Hey!
So this is me taking a crack at Lemonade!!!
How'd I do?
I couldn't be sad during this,cause my Pandora was playing some straight 🔥🔥🔥
Comment/Vote if you liked it (even though it's bad)
Peace from the world beyond✌️👽(I almost typed Beyoncé😂😂)
