As He Was

As he kissed me, I felt loved. As he held me, I felt passion. As he wiped the tears away, I felt comfort. As he laughed, I felt at ease. Then, as he told me I was his only, I felt pain for I knew he lied. And yet I stayed. As he told me he loved me, I felt hurt for I knew another woman held his heart. And yet I stayed. As he laughed, I was depressed. As he wiped the last tear away, It was then that I realized I had no more to cry, they all dried. As he held me, I felt alone, for he thought of her. As he kissed me, I then told him goodbye, bowed my head, and slowly walked away.