No one ever told me,
That we could grieve the living,
I was taught that grief eases up,
But with him I keep reliving,
All the sacred moments,
And the day that we were married,
I always thought that grief began,
When we saw our loved ones buried,
But I grieve the man I thought he was,
The purest love I thought I’d found,
The irony of grieving him,
Is I wish I were in the ground,
This pain consumes my every thought,
I am beyond angry and so hurt,
How dumb am I for ever believing,
In true love upon this earth,
I pray one day when I’m not here,
That I finally will feel whole,
Because if we depend on another human,
They will rip apart your soul.

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My husband cheated on me with one of my friends. I have been able to get through the pain by writing poems. I hope I am a beacon of hope for others who are suffering from betrayal.