I cannot ignore your betrayal
by sewing my heart together
with our past.
What we shared was special,
but you gave it an expiration date
when I all I wanted was to breathe
into it
the body of life.
You sold our relationship
to your demons,
forcing me to pay the price
of the bond you
had broken.
And I hate you for it,
hate that you shattered
something that was not solely
yours,
but there is nothing I can do
other than try to piece back
together
the remains of my strength.
We Got This 