f* u

Trigger Warning:
The following text isn't beautiful. It's what's left when disappointment becomes louder than every carefully chosen word.

While cancer was fucking me.
you were fucking someone else.

That's the short version.

The long version is
that every single day,
you came home,
looked me in the eyes,
kissed me,
and pretended
our world was still the same.

When in reality,
you had already left.

The other woman
didn't destroy our relationship.

You did.

With every lie.
With everything you chose to hide.
With every single day
you let me believe
I still had a man by my side,

when the truth was,
I had already been
facing it all alone.