few weeks after the day you got caught-
cheating for 3 fucking years behind me.
i was devastated, every single day.
no night was gone, without me weeping the fuck out my eyes.
my throat burns, screaming my lungs out through the pillow of sadness.
even to these days, my fucked up head keeps imagining-
when you undress her,
inside her,
loving her,
caresses her.
i cant get it out of my head, it makes me loses my sanity.
am i not enough? or are you just greedy?
i guess its a combination of both.
you made me feels like it was my fault.
all you did was lie, made me hate myself.
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Words Per Feelings
Poésiea poetry - of life, of love, of all the things that could hurt- and heal.