"My friend sent those messages," you said
Foolish me believed you
Technology exposed your lie in our bed
While you were sleeping, my face turned blue
The location on your phone showed the motel at 2 a.m.
The text messages revealed who you went to meet
Today I pretend to not give a damn
While contemplating running away with my cold feet
"I love you," you said
The anxiety crept in again, thinking of the clue
The thoughts of you paying her running through my head
In this moment I think I might as well been dead
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The Story of Us
PoetryThis is a story that holds more truth than fiction, written in verse and short stories.
