two weeks gone

my come hadn't even dried on your lips
before you buried your face in her barely there hips

thought you could have your cake and eat it too
but now I know, and you'll never taste me again

you've shown your true colors now
it saddens me to see what you have become

you claimed I wasn't hard enough for you,
now it's clear you weren't man enough for me

it takes some kind of woman to still stand strong
after being betrayed and lied to for so long

you pride yourself on your compassion
where was that when you allowed this to go on

you knew my knowing would change it all
but "protecting" me from truth wasn't your call

perhaps I was the foolish one,
the you I thought I knew wouldn't do this