The Scapegoat
The Scapegoat
It was either her or me,
I choose it to be me,
not because I loved her.
Maybe I once did,
perhaps I did love her,
I’ll never know… it's too late.
I always thought she could do better,
in my mind, she deserved better,
at least better than me.
That's what made me come to the decision.
I’ll be the one to give in,
she never asked me to,
I choose to,
not out of love,
not of out of care.
Just because she deserved better.
The day came,
a few minutes before my surrender,
there she was with another.
Another arm holding her tight,
another lips kissing hers,
another man being there.
Being where I was an hour ago,
Where I always been,
until then.
I stood there,
speechless,
lost and confused,
knowing it is too late to turn back.
Without thought,
knowing that I was nothing,
nothing at all,
but the scapegoat.
I took her with me.
It was I!
It was I that deserved better.
Only when I could see I knew I was blind.
I did love her,
And still do
Copyright © Unfamiliar Flower | Year Posted 2017
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