An Ill-Fated Affair

Such sweet words you told me at the start

I fell for them and I fell for you from that moment

I trusted you when I could not trust anyone else

Trust. Does that word mean anything to you? Do I?

I would never look at you the same way

Ever again. You took it and you dragged it

In a hearse. You broke my heart, not because

You cheated on me. But you lied to my face.

You could have told me that you didn't

Love me anymore. I would've clung on to you

Anyways. That was the kind of fool I was

For you. It all began when I met you.

I knew who you were and I accepted you

Despite the fact that I knew what I was

Getting myself into. I loved the thrill and

The adventure. But when the cup ran dry

There was nothing left for you and I was

Left for the scrap heap. Now, here we are.

I have a good job, good prospects for my career

And I have a family, we have two kids now.

Here I am, standing on your grave.

And I miss you.

Note: This is a random poem that I came up with that talks about trust and the haplessness of certain relationships. In no way does this reflect my life or any event that happened to me.