I look at you, and all I hear is silence.
But I found out anyway.
“I couldn’t bear to see you hurting.”
Right, your possible discomfort rates more than me.
It was the wrong decision to withhold.
Your value diminishes before my eyes.
And my pain is deep. It comes from your deception.
You kept quiet. That’s lying.
Your selfishness ruins me on so many levels.
I hate the result. I’m loathing you for it.
You aren’t truthful, and we suffer for it.
The partnership you claim to uphold so much.
You lied, and we became a lie.
I feel so dirty now.