You are no longer my love story.
I saw the doubt in your eyes one too many times.
So much one sided compromise.
And without hesitation you pursued other women
before your loofa even dried.
Why could you never speak as though you loved me
until you were saying your goodbyes?
Yes, trust is my kryptonite.
But even Lex Luther owned his lies.
Because “misrepresenting” is not a trustworthy alibi.
I laid my heart on the line
so so many times.
You say my claws were out
but you were ripping into mine;
With silence and indifference and that glaze behind your eyes.
Was I ever in your heart?
Or just passing travelers as you surmised?
