Literature
I wasn't lying
It was no lie
How many nights did I wait for you, watching the front door from our living room?
You never came through...
Never came home.
How many times did I swallow my cries, sitting at the table
Not wanting to scream,
Refusing to die sick, of pity and R A G E...
If I ever said: “If you do it one more time, I would leave...”
It was no lie.
I wasn't lying.
If I ever warned you and swore that you would be sorry...
It was no lie.
I wasn't lying.
Our love wasn't signed nor written in stone.
We can't save it anymore.
From my pride I'm gathering a lot more than just strength...
I'm leaving.
I'm closing this account of misery a
