This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oswego chapter.
They say a picture
is worth a thousand words.
I know because what I saw
was louder than what I heard.
There was the love of my life,
with a girl that wasn’t me.
That painted the perfect picture
and drowned out his apologies.
Sometimes the world screws you over,
no rhyme, no reason, no why.
Until you see it:
the way he looks into her eyes.
It was her, not the betrayal,
that broke me down.
I thought that I would never be
as good as the girl he found.
But now I am older
and I have grown.
I understand the fault
was not my own.
I can see now that she
was as innocent as me.
I wasn’t the only one who didn’t know
to what I had agreed.