A/N: Ok, I found out today that while I was pregnant my husband strayed. I'm hurt and needed to write something. It sux I know but its part of my healing. Thanks
DISCLAIMER: Ok, I've mentioned Twilight and Harry Potter here, Not mine. I just love them and are using them as metaphors.
I never had an Edward,
I never had a Ron.
I once had a Jacob
But that was just wrong.
He played my heart,
Played in my bed.
Hurt me so bad
His face now I dread.
He never Hit me,
Cursed me or made hell.
He just told me he loved me
And there could never be anyone else.
He fathered my child,
Bestowed a ring.
He hugged me,
And acted as my King.
I was not alone
There were two more.
I find out now
About those little whores.
Almost a year has past
since our relationship ended
Parted on good terms
Or so I had intended.
I'm not the only hurt
His son will know the facts
Of his fathers actions
And the control he lacks.
No, I was never a Bella
Or a Hermione it's true.
I only hope that one day
My heart will open to…
A world unhurt
And Love will get me through
