Our love was like a drug, it was formidably addicting.

The days felt euphoric and I couldn’t describe the feeling.

It was like being on a high that lasted for days, months even.

But boy did I know, what this would bring me.

I was so blinded by love, my own heart deceived me.

His demeanor changed completely.

His texts got shorter,

His distance was revealing.

And he had a few secrets he was concealing.

Even in the back of my mind, I knew something was off.

But my mind was so blinded, I still loved him through it all.

In turn, my messages became longer,

Distance didn’t exist.

And all of my secret were now his.

I gave him all of me just so he could give me not even half of him.

But once I stood back and saw this bigger picture I didn’t want to do this again.

Despite me trying to scatter and pick up the pieces of what remained,

Yet in the end all I felt was the shame.

Why was I fighting so hard over somebody who wasn’t faithful?

But I knew I had to be more mature rather than hateful.

In the end, the truth finally came to light.