I don’t hate you.
It’s not you who fuels the insomnia
That tortures me in bed
Each night as I lay awake,
Desperately longing to take back
What I lost.
Because I didn’t lose you.
You were never mine to have.
I know that now.
I’ve accepted that you were free
To meet him and abandon me.
And I cherish our time before:
When it was just us two.
But those times
you told me you loved me
Then showed him that wasn’t true.
Those times you listened to my worries,
understood my fears and secrets,
Then told him those stories
Through laughing tears.
All those times we said,
“You’re my one and only.”
When I was really
Only one of many.
You greedily accepted my affection.
You stole my soul.
You used my body.
You poached my possessions.
You were my blackhole
With a love obsession.
But that’s O.K.
It’s not you,
Or what you did,
Or the presents I gave
That fester in my mind.
But I lay awake at night longing
For what you cheated away
That I will never get back.
Poet's Corner 