Stolen

I think one of the worst feelings is being robbed…

To have your trust stolen…

Your belongings stolen…

Your sanity stolen…

It’s almost unbearable…

I loved him…

I truly loved him in ways I didn’t understand…

And I guess what hurts the most is he didn’t love or respect me back….

He violated my trust…

Broke the treaty of our friendship…

And ultimately broke my heart…

And he stole from me…

Materials can be replaced…

My dignity cant…

Who can I blame?

Not my roommate…

I can only blame myself…

Blame myself for not being more careful…

Blame myself for not heeding warning signs…

For not listening my intuition…

Where did I go wrong?

Was it because I cared????

Maybe…

And he played and prayed on that fact…

I feel betrayed…

I feel shamed…

I feel disrespected…

I feel robbed…

Emotionally

Physically

And mentally fatigued

I can only hope that the cancer in me is not as strong as the cancer in you…

And you learn how to flush out your shitty qualities…

Then and only then can you regain a support system…

I would never wish harm of you…

But I don’t wish you well…

You robbed me…

And in return I will steal back myself…

Once a thief always a thief…

So consider our relationship stolen…