It happens

Drink after drink was flowing out of my cup
I lay on the floor, not willing to give it up
A kiss on the cheek, the slip of his hand
I wasn't willing, to give it to this man
The warmth of my mouth must have been an experience
The feel of his hands, was like an experiment
I stop, I feel guilt, discomfort, and my heart begins to ache
I know this isn't what my mind can take
I push him away, my emotions start to sway
I cheated on the love of my life
There then is the feel of a cold knife
Ripping. slicing, peircing through my heart
Torn is my part, the part of me that is good
I did so wrong to a man who loved me so long
I must repay my debts...I must learn to never forget...