wrote this about a week before it went south for good

[comfyshoes]

So, you're here tonight, but you're not really here

I can reach my hand out in bed and touch you

But it's just your body. Your mind and soul

Is somewhere else… Why are you here?

 

You look at me and smile, like nothing's wrong

Do you know that I know?

What was once a tender, loving look

Turned into an bitter, twisted grin

 

You lied. About everything. You lied

I thought you loved me, thought you

cared!All those nights we made love

Were lies, an optical illusion

 

I think of you, touching me like you used to

And I feel sick. You probably held her like that too.

All those special moments, I am sharing with "her"

But still you come home. Why? Why do you still come?

[Honesty]

That last verse is very powerful. Very good piece. Very relatable and easy to read. Keep writing.

[jenuineangel]

Exactly How Many Have Felt Shows Exactly How Have Felt

[Cimmie]

Like it muchly, Shoes. Bravo.