My #poem called Living With Regrets

You’re my Judas

You’re my Marcus Brutus

You had me crucified

You stabbed me in the back

And I still don’t know why?

Why I loved you?

After all of the shit that

You had put me through

And here I thought that

I was a shoe in

But all of this time

I should have clued in

And seen the signs

But I had you under my skin

Thinking that you were always mine

As your lies blew in like a hurricane’s wind

Leaving our hearts to be left in the ruins

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