Friday April 6, 2018
The day my intuition was trying to tell me something wasn't right.
I felt it but ignored it.
She was fucking off & trust was suddenly lost.
Disappointed.
That petal stool I had her on, broke.
Words that spilled off her lips, lies.
Couldn't even look her in her eyes, for I would cry. But if u looked deep into my eyes, I was weak.
Strong I had to be.
Yet so broken.
This vessel that I'm in is in love but tainted by disloyalty.
"This to shall pass" he says.
Staying strong is what I have always known to be.
