You Should Not Be With an Adulterer.

I hold more secrets
than a fifteen-year-old's diary.
I'll never tell you about
the first time I fell into his arms.
Your heart was so full of good,
and his so full of unspeakable atrocities.
I went to him, I think,
to make me feel better
about myself.
I was drunk, I'll argue.
He meant nothing to me.
It was only the one time.
But while I was hammered
and he was meaningless,
it happened repeatedly.
You were the embodiment of
someone's dream of the 'perfect man.'
I think I went to him
to force you to leave,
to find happiness with someone
more deserving of your affections.
I hope you find it.
God knows I won't.
Not again.