From the beginning of time, it seemed like the universe allowed us to be together.
From the age of 5, being in the same pre-school class as you.
Our families knew one another and your name always rung a bell.
A bell I wish was broken,
A bell, I now wish, never existed.
I believed that maybe, we'd be those cliche love stories;
Knowing one another for so long, high-school sweethearts, and marriage.
But that dream was nothing more than a dream.
A dream that never would have existed because of how we are,
I'm no saint yet I know my boundaries, I know where to stop..
you did not.
As a result of not knowing your place, the body in which I called home feels tarnished.
The lies you spoke, the insults you had the courage to speak to others, yet only had the courage to admit to me of what you've done.
7-8 months later, I still wonder what words you spoke,
I still wonder how you can spew hatred towards a person that loved you so dearly.
I'm no saint, but I know my boundaries.
I know where to stop.
You did not.
YOU ARE READING
My Story
PoesiaLife has been a constant rollercoaster. I've struggled with properly dealing and healing from traumas but writing has and will continue to be my primary outlet of such emotions. Enjoy and never forget, life moves on.
