Unfaithful
If you loved me, then you wouldn't have
given yourself so equally to another.
Your lustful kisses upon her repulse my
manners of respect for you.
I trusted in your words, lived upon your
kindness.
I'm a woman of sacredness and prosperity;
"How could you have done that to me?"
Forgiveness takes time but remembering is
remorseful.
My heart is wounded by your infidelity.
My "love you's" are hesitant.
I live with your selfish act as if it
was my own.
Love is never to have to say you are sorry.
Then, "Why I am apologizing for your
carelessness?"
Maybe I feel sorry for you and hate myself
for loving you and your unfaithfulness.
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