I Gave My Heart to You
I gave my heart to you, you fed it to the dogs. And maybe that is what hurts the most not that you broke it, but that you knew exactly how precious it was to me and still handed it over without looking back. I was your wife. Do you remember? I wasn't just a woman who loved you. I was the woman who built her life around the sound of your footsteps, who waited for you, prayed for you, made excuses for you when I should have been making excuses for myself. I knew your silences. Your moods. The way you breathed when you were angry. The things you never said but expected me to understand. I knew you. And somewhere along the way, you stopped knowing me. You stopped seeing the woman who stood beside you when nobody else did. You stopped seeing the wife who swallowed her tears so you could sleep peacefully. I don't think you will ever understand how many times I died quietly inside that marriage just to keep it alive. I mourn you now. Not because you're gone from this world, but be...