Fourteen years of love, laughs, loyalty. Two-near and dear to my heart. I am perplexed and confused. Back to back inflicted suffeting. So unexpected and still unaccepted. The denial, all the while neither of you asked, my dear how's your pain today? You didn't care or care to know inside I'm dying slow. I cry from both my eyes. My life complex as usual, serves me hurt in dueces, as i accept you both as my abusers. I get to grieve the loss of both of my closets ones. In fourteen years how did I never feel unsafe with you? Love must indeed be blind. I see now your twisted kind. One thing I will never understand is people who knowingly inflict hurt and suffering on a person because they can and they enjoy it. The devestation fails to compare to the betrayal. Lesson learned.
©pookie79
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