La Douleur Exquise

You say you are mine, but that was merely a lie. For your heart was never truly vacant. So I took a number, sat in line and tried to be patient. As the days grew longer and the weather became colder; the flame seemed to never burn brighter. My thoughts began to wander- making me weak when I was once a fighter. I gave you your space, as I sat in the cold, and you threw it in my face by giving your warmth to another soul. Now you feel rage as I rip out our pages using them to keep warm. Reading them; the wistful tears overwhelm my eyes. I have been under a spell this whole time and your love for me was merely a lie.