I’m sitting on the couch days after you left.
Yes. I went through your phone.
Yes. I have more proof of your betrayal.
Receipts if you may.
But I still love you.
Why?
I want to know why?
Why was I dismissed so easily?
Did you forget about me?
Do you not love me?
What’s happening?
Why?
Was it lust?
What is it?
And why can’t you be straight up?
I’m asking you to ease this pain!
And you can’t even be honest for my sake?
Why?
Why am I still putting up with this?
What kind of love do I keep for myself?
Where is that self love I felt before I found out about your cheating?
I’m broken.
I’m not myself.
Would you even like this fucked up version of me?
You created her.
Why?
