So you’re already doing it aren’t you
leaning in to her?
Blissfully down the path that lead you
away from me to her.
Why did you waste so much time
saying pretty words to me?
Telling me stories to make me believe
that this was not about her?
I believed in you when you told me
that all you needed was a chance.
For someone to believe that you were not
who everyone thought you were.
Even when you were being judged for your actions
you turned to me for support.
I held you and trusted and gave you solace
and you turned and ran into her arms.
I wish you would have just told me the truth
and what you intended to do.
I wouldn’t have wasted so many tears
on the lies you so beautifully told.
You know what you’re doing, you know what you’ve done,
how can you sleep at night?
Oh that’s right, that acceptance you so fully believe in
and no consequence for what you’ve done.