A Perfect Fit
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His betrayal left a hole in your heart
that yesterday's memories cannot fill.
And anxiety's tearing you apart;
as the trickling tears continue to spill.
Depression is a sticky self-pity web
that holds you in the grip night and day.
And the tides of worry refuse to ebb;
washing your fantasies and dreams away.
When a forever promise gets broken,
there is no way hope can ever fix it.
For trust questions, every word he's spoken,
doubting he was ever a perfect fit.
You may feel your pain will never abate,
but in time, your heart will recuperate.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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