The Bigamist Who Broke My Heart

The Bigamist Who Broke My Heart

He wore two faces,

one for me,

one for her.

He spoke in promises,

soft as rain,

sharp as knives.

I built a life on words he said,

he built a lie instead.

I loved a ghost,

I kissed a mask,

I dreamed of something

he never had.

When the truth fell,

it fell like glass,

shattered clean,

cut deep and fast.

Now he walks two roads apart,

and I mend

my broken heart.

I tossed the ring,

I burned the bed,

I tore his letters,

shred by shred.

The nights are long,

the tears come slow,

but still I rise,

still I grow.

No more sweet lies,

no clever schemes,

just honest days

and quieter dreams.

I wear no chains,

I bow to none.

My second life

has just begun.

Let him spin his silver tales,

let him chase his crooked art.

I am done with him,

I am whole apart.

He broke my heart, but not my soul.

I stitched the cracks, I made them whole.