The Betrayal (Poem #62)

“I did it with her.”
Those words came like a slap on my face
it made me immediately scan myself and ask
“What did I lack?”

I probably didn’t say I loved him enough
I probably was too insecure, too immature
I wondered if I was either
too much, or not enough

I ended up comparing myself to each girl I come across
Girls, praised and worshiped
treated like a princess by their own man
what did they offer
that I did not?

They are all showered with love
as I stay stagnant by the corner
after you, I could not even get a text back

Your betrayal was my downfall
and since you caused it
I thought you’d be the only one
who could pull me up

But once again I was wrong
as wrong as my belief about you
keeping me steady

I took a deep breath
and told myself that I was ready
of course, I wasn’t
but I pretended
and in the end the worth that I lost
grew back and bloomed
just in time to lighten me up:
that I may be too much or not enough
but one thing’s for sure
you never deserved even a drop of my love
❤️