Our love was so pure,
fallen from the skies;
like raindrops from the clouds
formed from a goddesses eyes—

love letters written, so beautiful and sweet,
unending poetry, that made me smile and weep.

I had almost forgotten
that you wrote him love letters, too;

that you did things with him
that we’d always do:

you made more time for him,
even though he abused you,

but yet, he never only
chose you.

it was revealed to the world
that he was a predator;
you still wanted to hear his side,
to defend him;

in that moment, I felt like we were magnets
pushing against each other;

I’ve never felt so revolted in my life—

I tried to wash away all traces of him
from my lips,

after you kissed me
for the last time.

this hurts more than anything I can imagine,
like tearing off one of my limbs;

I know now from my healing and growth,
that I deserve better than this.

so no this is not a break,
I don’t think I could ever kiss you again;

after the words you said to me,
and the decisions you’re making:
I think this is our end.

© a.v.b.