Destroyed


I wonder how someone could do that. To do what you did. But then again, one can never teach an old dog new tricks. I wonder why I thought I could change you. Change the person you had so long shown me to be. I gave you the benefit of the doubt when I should have wiped you clean out of my life. Now I am the one picking up your mess. Mending my bruised heart. Dealing with all the emotional baggage I want answers to questions I replay in my mind - daily. How could you?

You snake.

A tortured soul that seeks awakening. I soldier on, hoping for that moment. The moment when all things are clear.

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