I hate cheaters.
God, I hate them.
Why do they exist?
Why are they here?
I found one,
or should I say it found me,
It had beautiful eyes,
with lips that taste like wine,
A touch so soft,
so warm it clouded my mind,
The signs were there,
but I ignored them easily,
For the lies sound real,
and the words are magic,
I would have known better,
but lust got on the way,
So here I am with regrets,
Drowning in my own tears,
Wish things would have been different,
Wish I never met him.
© Kalingayan Bayani