Shall I compare thee to a summer's day or to some other cliche romance story that has been told a thousand times.
Or will i simplify and just say " ...and i love him"
Because this wasn't a cliche romance.
He redefined the word, the feeling, the act.
This was a tragedy,
A wondrous thing I beheld blindly.
And I squandered it, I demolished, tore apart with tooth and nail and the sliding off of my clothes.
Drowned it as surely as I drowned my kidneys in the liquor that brought me there.
I broke a beautiful heart, as surely as I shattered my own soul.
What people never seem to understand or even fathom is the other side of our coin.
The cheater, the instruments of destruction, the violators of trust and love.
By no means am i justified
By no means am i validated
By no means am i the victim
For i made my bed
And others
While sharing his
And i-
I am not forgiven
Nor will i be
And it doesn't matter what i do
How much i beg
Plead
Try
Nothing will ever change what i've done to his heart
And that will be my own demise.
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RandomLife is full of hardship, whether it be of your own making or it happening to you, we all go through it. I guess this is just me, going through it. Hope this helps at least one person.
