He made their union become her bastard
He threw it at her,
Rubbed it in like she birthed it alone.
It was their baby but
To him, she had carried it and had it
Alone without him.
The pains without joys became a constant
For she was alone, deserted
With her bastard child; their union!
It dawned on her then
That nothing brought her happiness.
It broke her that none of her expectations
When fulfilled gave her fulfillment,
She was empty nonetheless.
She asked for a reason to see
What he meant by saying,
"I am all you got, your pleasure and happiness."
She got nothing,
Emptiness filled her void.
A/N: May your purpose come from you, within your innermost heartaches. Or else relying on another to bring you fulfillment will leave you alone, broken and dissatisfied.
Be complete all by yourself.
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