"Another"
I really loved him you know.
I can't believe that he did this to me.
What did I do to deserve this?
What did I do to inspire such hate?
I walked into our flat,
saw him with his hands up her shirt,
saw him with his mouth on hers,
saw him breaking my heart.
I told him that we were done,
that I can't trust him anymore.
He begged me to take him back,
his ginger hair tousled adorably,
his freckles dimpling cutely.
I couldn't do it.
I couldn't take him back.
I wouldn't allow him to break my heart again.
I told him that I couldn't deal with his duplicity.
He raged at me,
all signs of love gone,
in its place hate.
I guess the saying "there is a fine line between love and hate" holds true.
And then I met him,
truly saw him.
His platinum locks reflecting the sun;
His stormy gray eyes locking onto my soul.
He was angry for me;
He understood my need for tears;
He is my safe harbor;
He cares for me.
He promises he'll always be here.
He holds me tight against his chest,
cocoons me within his arms,
tightly, securely.
I feel safe, wanted.