This curse

As I lay here, all alone
In the darkness, pretending to sleep
Hugging a pillow, close to my heart
Into the softness, I quietly weep.

Curled in a ball, hidden under sheets
Blood the smears, across my chest
Skin that burns, across my wrists
I feel an awful pain, inside my breast.

When the sun rises, I’ll be happy and free
Laugh with the new one, so different and sane
Giggles and jokes, all a festering lie
For loving the last is my bane.