01/14/2023
Why is it that after everything,
I still feel like the as***le.
After you blamed me,
For not understanding,
Why you hurt me.
After I cried bitter tears,
Knowing you weren't with me,
Instead, another.
After showing me to my face,
As I looked on in profound pain,
That I wasn't enough,
And you could find a replacement with ease.
Still, I feel ashamed.
Still, I worry about you.
Still, you move ever onward.
Without a single.
Backward.
Glance.
Alas, I am the as***le.