Cheater

Those were the eyes that I saw.

That I last saw.

It was full of love back then.

But now, disgust and hate.

I was in love, or I think I was.

Maybe it was the way he moved his head just so he could look at me.

Or the way his eyes widened when he looked at my bestfriend’s cleavage.

My hands never touched his, nor my heart touched his.

I was in love and falling. He was free and soaring.