The words she speaks to him impale my heart.

Her lips exude the sweet sounds of praises.

I fear he sees her as a work of art.

hypnotized ears delight in her phrases.

I once thought he would gaze at me and smile, 

And love my voice just as he loves hers so.

the look I get from him is now just vile.

his eyes are bitter like the coldest snow.

I feel the end of him and me once more,

When memories I loved to begin to blur 

More broken, empty, toxic than before.

Sorrow that’s deep within begins to stir.

But as the grief clears from the sky above,

I see there’s more than who I used to love.