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Your treacherous behavior goes swirling out of sight
excuses & justifications
A wicked indication
A saddening invitation
No more reconciliation
The end, I see the light
No more sleepless nights
No more endless fights
Peace fills my heart as your memory fades away

I hear the banshee cry out
I know the death she sings about
The massacre of this once love
I morn for the chance I did take
Grieving for this big mistake
Deception caught, in time
I see clearly, not my kind

Much 💜 Much Life

“I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.” Jane Eyre