I spoke of love in a being;
he talked of "being in love."
I expressed giving without taking;
he justified give and take.
I desired nothing but him;
he was "in love" with a few.
I tried to give him all;
he desired much, much more.
He deceived me
with secret lies that revealed my fears.
The more he got, the more he wanted
the more he tried, the less he had
and ended up with nothing.
He used me
and forced me to change my life.
Day and night, I pretended
in his sight, I forced a smile;
redemption seemed futile.
I left behind everything we had;
broken and torn up inside.
I was empty;
he was content.
I remembered;
he moved on.
I left empty,
and forgot all that was beautiful.
