I still can't believe you,
all the loving things that you said,
it all seemed so incredibly real.
Until till that miserable night,
when I went to your house.
I couldn't believe my sight.
There you were standing at the door to your house,
wearing the sweater that I bought you.
The sweater that was trying to hide a big red hickey that wasn't mine.
Tears began to rush incessantly down my pail face,
with the strongest feeling of hate and pain.
I never knew,
till that second,
that I could go from the greatest happiness in the world,
to the darkest deepest pain ever known to man,
just within a few seconds of my life.
And the thing I hate the most,
even more than that hickey that was left upon your neck,
is the fact that you can hurt me like that,
and without a doubt in my mind,
I can still stand there and love you.
