I Wasn't His Only WomanA Poem by Autumn RoseThis is like 5 minutes of complete boredom. So Yeah nothing I am too excited about.I have given you my trust, and it is too valuable to lose. I have given you my heart, and it is too fragile to bruise. I have given you my love, something I haven't given before. I have given you myself, and yet you still ask for more. I don't ask about your past, because I dont care who came before me. I don't worry about losing you, because I have already set you free. I love you too much, I can not stand the pain of you leaving. But it hurts even worse to know that you've been decieving. I was your only woman, the love of your life, your forever. Then she showed up and our forever turned into never. I put so much into loving you, that sometimes it hurt. You put so much time into going behind my back to flirt. I guess you caught your self a pretty nice catch. Just look at you two, a really cute match. You both are liars, sneaky, and cruel. What did you think I was, some kind of fool? I guess I knew about you two all the long. Deep down inside I knew that something was wrong. I tried to ignore the evidence and bend reality just so you were mine. I overlooked your late night entrances, which were an obvious sign. I pretended not to hear your private conversations, because they were all in my head. I would wake up in the morning to you not there and an empty bed. I went to use the credit card, which had been maxed out. I checked a bank statement, that proved to me your whereabouts. You took her to places that I had never even seen. You bought her fine jewelry and made her your queen. I guess I was stupid for not leaving you before. But now that I am I have never been more sure. I hope you love her, more than how you did me. Because she is not worth your time, I can gaurantee.
© 2009 Autumn RoseAuthor's Note
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Added on May 16, 2009Last Updated on May 17, 2009 AuthorAutumn RosePlainfield, INAboutAutumn by birth, but call me what you like. You can call me conceited, whatever, I call it confidence. You can call me a b***h, whatever, I call it honesty. Honestly, I don't care what you call me,.. more..Writing
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