Ashley, I’m Done Sorry

I guess you lied about everything you said
I can’t lie, you caught me slipping
Overlooking your position and lusting off of your appearance
Created love in the making
Not understanding it was more in the picture
Words can’t explain the hatred, pain, sorrow and despair in my heart
Sometimes I wonder how you feel in the dark
I gave you the keys to my heart
I thought you said the cheating would stop
No tears, you should have ran to the doctor
Look at everything you deprived me of
Life, time, age, sex, kids
I feel degraded, useless, pointless
And you say it happened before we started dating
No more lies
You broke the word “trust”
It’s been two years now and all we do is fuss and cuss
I understand now
Ashley, I’m done…Sorry
Ashley, I’m done…Sorry
I hear you crying
But it’s no healing
I see you dying
But it’s no stopping it
It’s all because of you
Ashley
I’m
Done
Sorry

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1 Comments

  1. davichon on March 19, 2012 at 9:58 PM

    Hi.
    This was painful to read. (I guess much more painful to write). And your gut-punch ending good writing.

    I don’t know if this will help, but I am pretty old, and I want to say two things 1) NO ONE is in truth “useless, pointless” 2) Many of us have felt that way — with good reason, bad reason, no damn reason at all…

    Reply

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