Fact
I want you to come over
I want you to bring wine
I want us to talk and laugh and cry and snuggle up close in bed and tell each other that it will be ok and that we will make it because we always make it no matter what has happened or what anyone says
I want to feel what I’ve always longed to feel:
protected, cherished, honored, loved, admired.
But it might be too late
Because betrayal
is betrayal
is betrayal
And there are no words or deeds or promises that will make me trust you again,
Because betrayal
is betrayal
is betrayal
And we will never be the same because a line has been crossed that can’t be uncrossed
Words have been screamed and hissed and growled and shot like arrows aimed at the other’s heart
So I scroll through old memories wishing it could be what I thought it was
what I wanted it to be
what I needed it to be
what I waited for it to be
But betrayal
is betrayal
is betrayal
is betrayal
is goodbye.
Untangled 