Your betrayal was subtle,
But my intuition scoured
The depths of your soul,
Diligently seeking the thing
I hoped not to find;
You told me that you loved me,
But there was a contradiction in your eyes.
I was wounded deeply,
But I held it inside,
Hoping that my intuition had lied.
And on that day in its blatant revelation
I wasn’t surprised;
Still, on the inside I cried.
In the midst of pain,
still, I marveled at your pretty eyes,
And sensual lips that spake
Beautiful lies.
A thousand rains could never
Wash away the stain,
Even though you apologized.
My parting words were,
I love you;
Goodbye.
