The Blood & The Bones

Fucking absolutely beautiful.

These are words I somehow thought were only for me.

But you gave them to her.

The contents of my stomach rise up into my throat.  You… were… never… mine.

And I sit here face hot from the feeling of you wanting someone else and my heart weighed down with the stones of ache and betrayal, reading it over and over again as if it’ll make sense that you would say this to a woman you had said you wished would leave you be.  How many had you said you just wished would leave you be?

It hits me that you are not the man I thought you were.  The whole idea of you does not exist.  And the love you professed so many times was nothing more than a key to unlock the door to me again and again.

And more than anything I realize now, it’s over.

LL