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i can taste her on your lips.
the stain from her lipstick is
infused to the fibers on your
white work shirt.
I'm guessing the color is cherry red.
the scent of her perfume
weakens my stomach,
knots my heart,
takes every hope i had
of our future and turns it into mud,
blood boiling like shower water
you washed with to scrub her touch off your body
but could never get clean enough to
lay in bed next to me.
early morning, your gone.
you say its business
but you are just putting your business in her.
you say its nothing.
men have needs.
what about my needs?
exactly nine months pass, and you have a child,
not born from my organs
but from her.
struggling to put this past me
like i did with our first unborn child,
i have no reason to stay.
i have no belief in saving our marriage.
but still, i stay.
i am lost without you.
i am lost without the person
who shattered my heart into a 
million tiny pieces.
i am lost without the person who
sold me tornado lies.
i lost myself to the person who
crushed my soul one thousand times
and without a doubt will go it again.
that person is my husband.

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