this morning
when I woke up alone again
for the sixth saturday in a row
I wanted so much
to reach out and call you
I felt the gaping
hole in my heart
that you used to fill
and it felt so hollow,
and cold, and broken
but I want
the man you used to be
or at least
the man I thought you used to be
before I found out how often and
how easily you lie
i wanted to
give you another chance
but then I remembered
you lie to me
you hurt me
and every time
you say you’ll change and
you won’t hurt me anymore
that’s a lie, too
that’s the only thing
that’s proved to be true
how the hell
do you think
I can ever trust you?
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | Photo by Annie Spratt