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Vulnerability left me open to anguish and sorrow.
MON COEUR ÉTAIT BRISÉ
I
All you had to do was tell me
why you kept me in the dark
and strung me along,
while you played the field
and sowed your wild oats.
Betrayal hid inside a drawer
where her words filled pages
not meant for my eyes.
You assumed ignorance would shield the truth.
But I, too
could keep secrets.
II
All you had to do was tell me
why our bond failed.
With a weak past
and a troubled present,
our future was doomed.
It's said that blood is thicker than water.
But it thinned out,
seeped out,
puddled.
I alone couldn't stop the bleeding.
The door to reconciliation closed.
And nothing but arrogance was to blame.
III
All you had to do was tell me
why you had to sever ties.
Was it me?
Was it you?
Was it him?
Ours was an otherworldly love—
one that should have never ended.
But with shitty timing on Christmas day
you slipped away without any explanation,
unaware of the devastation you left in your wake.
Mon coeur était brisé.
Now, decades fly by and still I ask why,
when all, any one of you had to do, was tell me...
and that would have been enough.
À la prochaine!