i knew when you had been with someone else
before you had admitted to it-
i knew.
it was weeks since you had touched me,
that wasn't what gave it away,
but it was when you did again-
it was so different than before.
there was no love in the beginning and i hoped there would be in the end-
but i just knew the only thing ending was us.
your touch wasn't gentle and caring,
we didn't laugh and hold each others gaze-
it was different.
i felt different,
you treated me differently,
it wasn't what i knew.
that was the last time i let you touch me like that again-
and i wish i hadn't.
i wish i could've kept our memory sweet and pure.
this bitter taste lingers in moments with others,
but i'm trying to leave it behind,
once and for all.
