It’s…

times like these wish I had a

time machine so

I could see what you did October thirteenth at

10:15, were you

really asleep, were you

lyin’ to me and the family?

There’s no

us in us when I’m

lackin’ trust. You

wanna discuss, ugh,

you upset me. Don’t make me call you out.

    Why’d you let me down?

Don’t say sorry now…

And…     thanks to you I,

I can’t love right

I get nice guys and

villainize them.

Read their texts like they’re

keepin’ secrets now.

Scared I’ll find out

that it’s true and

if I do, then

I blame you for

every worst that

I assume. When I’m

forty-five someone

calls me their wife and he

wrecks our lives with one

selfish lie. Don’t think I’ll

find forgiveness as

fast as mom did and

yet I love you but you’re

such a hot mess –

please… can you fix this?

Cuz you were all I looked up to,

now I can’t even look at you…