You ripped me apart

Blamed me for your aches

Attacked me for what I gave just to you


Rejected, attempting to find my legs

You ripped them out from under me

Telling me you’d moved on


Whilst I watched from the horizon

Unsure where to rest my head

You thrust her things into my home

Let her take my things


Salt was just in the wound

Unclear what I did

To deserve all this


Was I lower than a dog

That you felt the need

To make me your bitch


Karma tells me she’ll come

And then you’ll understand

What you did to me

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I can come in many labels, many boxes, a divorcee, survivor, traveler, writer, optimist. But these labels only limit me to who I am at this point in time. But as you will read on my blog, I am my journey. I hope you will enjoy walking this path with me.

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