I gave myself to you.
You loved me right?
It wasn't a lie, right?
After a few months of dating,
You asked me to marry you.
I said yes.
I loved you,
You loved me.
We had a beautiful little girl.
She looks a lot like you,
But acts a lot like me.
Even then I loved you.
Soon, you left.
I found comfort in hanging around your friends.
I left our daughter at the sitter's most of the time.
Why?
She reminded me too much of you.
I was lonely.
I looked for comfort.
Sometimes people were nice,
Others pushed me away.
I felt like me world had been crushed.
But remember,
It wasn't me who left,
It was you.
By the time you got home,
My feelings for you were leaving.
I wasn't too sure about our marriage.
I became reckless.
I played with people's feelings while you were gone.
I didn't care what they thought about me.
I hurt people.
But there was one person that I couldn't toy with.
He was your best friend.
I couldn't do it.
I couldn't mess with him.
By then I was spending a lot of time with him.
Finally, I found comfort
with someone who pretty much knew
What I was going through.
He had gotten dicorced,
And already had a child with someone.
We were perfect together.
We messed with each other.
Kissing hands, cheeks, lips.
I had found comfort and more.
Soon I realized my feelings.
I didn't love you,
I just wanted what I couldn't have.
Your friend, whom I found so much comfort with,
He was the one.
The one I held close to my heart.
I couldn't figure out what was happening.
I couldn't bring myself to confess.
He made the first move.
He told me that he loved me.
I confessed to him.
A few weeks later you came back.
Smiling like you normally do,
You gave me a small kiss.
We were still married.
A small rind held me down.
I didn't love you.
I never did.
My heart was just lying to me.
I am so confused.
Why were you gone for so long?
What were you doing while you were gone?
I pulled away,
Asking you these questions.
You just stare at me as if I'm crazy.
Might I remind you,
You are the one that left,
Not me.
Please stop torturing me like this.
I spend more time with my love, your friend.
I can't stop myself from thinking about divorces.
I'm worried,
Worried that I made you mad,
Worried that I made you sad.
More comfort from your friend.
You come at me with papers to sign.
This does not surprise me.
Now, I have a new home.
I live with your friend, his son, and our daughter.
You rarely visit.
You know about my relationship.
But don't blame me,
You are the one that left.
