by lizisarealist


Sanity has become fantasy
Dreaming of nights when sleep was peaceful
Remembering days when mornings were hopeful
The man I allowed in my bed
The hopes planted in my head
Now in an afterlife of words that were broken
Moments that were stolen
Colors of me fade as his grow brighter
Letting love with someone else take him higher
When it was I who taught him how to love
Now left loveless, and that I am ashamed of
Stolen moments are now shared with someone else
As I pick up the pieces and try to heal myself
Loneliness grows into sorrow as sorrow grows into anger
Still refusing to believe my once love has become a stranger