In your eyes, I see that twinkle that only means betrayal. The note in my hand, I slowly read aloud, to fuel your foolish demands. I love you sweetheart, it reads as he whispers for me to stop, it's only you... Never her.
I'm her, broken and incomplete. Sitting on the edge of the honeymoon suete bed, stoned on this cruel reality. You sit beside me now, your arms slither slowly around my shoulders. I shrug them off, as I can smell her Chanel on your shirt - how did I never manage to see this before?
"It seems you made your own choice on who you want. I hope you have a nice life with... her." I whimper, as my clammy hands clutch at the malevolent piece of a heartbreak letter. Your eyes focus on mine for one second and I see a pleading--your pupils large and iris diluted, I nearly crumble into your clumbsy, cheating hands.
"We've only just got married.." You lull into my ear. I turn around and look at you oncemore, regretting the words I am now to speak.
"Is that the only reason you feel bad?" I plea. "Well why else would I be?"
You destroy me.
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