Dear Cheating Boyfriend
If you could feel how you break my heart each time you do your thing when I turn my head.
How every night is special to me, when we are lying there in bed!
How every moment with you are drastically needed like the cliché of needing you is like needing air.
But what you have done could not be forgiven, for I gave you so many years, and you just don’t care.
You lied, and were cheating, while you took the blame on me.
I cried, and tried even dropped to my knee.
Taking blame and taking fault as if I were the one who got caught.
My heart is broken so many times before, just in being in this relationship with you.
I did everything that I was, and could do.
You weren’t satisfied, as I see you rather downgrade from something true, to something new, yet used.
And forget how much I meant to you.
I rather you break up with me, than have someone on the side.
Where I am the faithful one, who suffers and cries!
Leave me and let me go, you just emotionally don’t know.
The pieces I will have to pick up when the loneness subsides, as I find shelter and begin to hide.
You don’t know and won’t ever know what you’ve done to me, for I will never have done that to you.
With the many choices, chances, and you’ve went through.
While you’re sharing our fantasy with someone else, I am trying to keep this love alive.
You were playing me, like an eight ball, smacked to the side.
Let me let go; for you’re still here you’re sitting next to me like you just don’t care.
I now regret taking you back, for every imagine keeps coming back.
But when you’re gone I yearn for you at my side, just to talk, just to say hi.
I’m not ready for another one’s embrace. I’m not ready to bring anyone in this place.
Not to even talk face to face.
I need to bleed you out, and let my wounded heart heal. Slowly get myself up, and begin again to feel.
Reverse the role and see if I have done this to you, how would you react?
I know that answer… in fact. You would have gotten physical to keep us intact.
I know this was written very long, it really wasn’t meant to be. I just went going off. To someone who doesn’t understand me. I’m writing this poem, hoping you’ll recognize how serious I’m fading. And I don’t know if I could keep going on… Faking!
I could write a book, a novel, a script, or a reality show on how broken we become.
How used we feel, for the serve we have done.
I’m going to end this hopefully it’ll get through, that I am writing this because I love you.
I am expressing that this is my promise letter to myself, that this is the last straw.
The “You’ve been served” letter that contracts me to this letter, this self-proclaimed law.
That this day forth I will not tolerate any suspicious behavior, even if it isn’t going on!
It’s your fault these insecurities in me, what do you expect me to do?
If any shit happens, our “whatever” we have is forever through.
A will and testament from me to you…