Used - a poem

Used - a poem

by Myalyn


As I blinked back tears of total humiliation,
I wondered how things had gone so horribly, terribly wrong.
I’d done everything right.
I gave and gave unselfishly,
I loved and loved unconditionally.
And yet it was all for not.
I obeyed and honored the one I loved,
I respected and cherished him too.
I gave my love and expected nothing in return but his love for me.
Something in this formula must have gotten mixed up
Something went unsaid.
Whoever made up the rule that he’s allowed to cheat while I stand idly by?
Since when is that an unsaid rule?
Why wasn’t I told?
I thought that if you loved someone,
Or at least said the words meaningfully,
That it meant you’d be with them and only them.
Since when does “I love you” mean
“I get to cheat and you don’t.”?
Someone messed up and I got hurt.
I got hurt, I got hurt bad and he doesn’t even care.
If you tell him you love him,
I think you shouldn’t have to include
“So don’t cheat on me.” with those words.
Those all-important, meaningful words.
I meant it when I said it to him,
And he screwed around behind my back.
Now how will I ever be able to say
“I love you.” again?

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This poem goes with my story Used (which is just a fragment of the novel I'm working on...)
Let me know what you think please! I would love to hear some comments!
Thanks! Myalyn