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.