Description: I'm 25 now but knew my ex-husband since I was 18. I fell in love with in the first year we were together back in 2007. Although we did take a lengthy yet much needed break in 2009/2010 we reunited in 2012 ... We married and things were great... But obviously things are never as they seem or at least to me ...
What We Were... -------------------------------------------
We have been through hell and back
You stayed by my side as I put the only father figure I ever knew behind bars,
For the abuse he forced upon me for years
However, eventually we both fell apart together turning equally to drugs…
Yet you still remained by my side when I choose to take that 12 gauge shot gun to my stomach
For the pain from my childhood years,
The pain from all the choices I had made up to that point had become too much to bare.
We had to take time for ourselves
For our own health…
Almost three years goes by and we find ourselves back together
It wasn’t easy but we did it…
Eventually we decide marriage is an obvious choice,
We have already been through so much there is nothing that can tear us from one another…
We made it a year and half married…
It wasn’t easy, we had our hardships
But I felt our Love was Strong…
I couldn’t have been more wrong
For you found refuge you felt you needed in another woman’s arms
You found love, which you no longer felt from me with another woman
Now the truth has come to light
My heart torn from within me
Ripped out with no mercy whatsoever
Now I shall fade into the background once again
Letting go of all I thought we were, and would be
Loving you and our life was my life….
But now it’s my time to reflect on my choices and actions to prevent this from ever happening again…
Reading this, I thought to myself, this sounds more like deep thoughts than poetry. I was going to recommend that, but I double-checked the description, and, sure enough, you already had it classified as such.
It is a hard thing, having the one you love betray you, especially when you've worked so hard to be together.
Relationships and love... such tricky, fickle things. Which is, of course, part of their creative tug. Broken hearts, happy hearts. Either way, it is one of the greatest character builders and inspiring subjects.
Its good to confront our demons, and sometimes it's okay to dwell for awhile. Hopefully, you don't let it define you. Because pain is so addicting, in its warped way.