The gut instinct
Told her
Something wasn't right
The numbers
The lipstick
On the collar, was a fight
A fight
Within her
That she didn't want to admit
Life with him
A lock and key
That had ceased to fit
She loved him
Why now
Take his love elsewhere?
At the moment
The grief
Makes her not want to care
She can't sleep
Cannot eat
Life is just a haze
She gets up
Gets dressed
Walks around in a stricken daze
To give her all
Be ripped apart
Leaves a dark pit of emptiness
She tries to function
Tries to forget
But her life's a devastated mess
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