It was all over the news. Her with another man after one of her sold out shows. You never expected something this from her. It was like everything she said in your 2-year relationship was all based on a lie. The lies are like poison, killing you on the inside. There were so many questions and so few little answers. The only person who could answer them was her

When you stormed into her home, she was getting fanned by her maids. She saw you stand there at the door, anger gleaming from your eyes. She looked at the maids. They just bowed, scattering out the room and closing it behind them

Her perfume lingers in the room. It sickens you. The women you loved was laying there on one of her fancy couches. By her body language, you could tell your presence doesn’t affect her, as if she didn’t care about what you had seen on the news. She reaches for her cigarette box flicking the top of it open. Her long black nails pluck out a cigarette. Her soft peachy lips touch the filter. Lilith lights it takes a long drag. Her head tilts back letting out an exhale of grey smoke before speaking

So, you heard the news She brings her head back to face you Took you long enough to figure it out. I did give you signs my love; guess you are too dumb and oblivious to think I would actually love someone like you She takes another drag of her cigarette. There was no care in her eyes or in her words. She wanted to hurt you. The fact she had the audacity to call you “my love” in a situation like this, surprised you but isn’t so surprising coming from her