What do you do when the one person that caused you the most pain in your entire life is same person who vowed anything and everything, the world, til death do us part. The same person whose eyes you're forced to look into and lips you're forced to kiss. The same person you're forced to give your body to as you lay down together sharing a bed night after night. Once my sanctuary and safe house, our bed was the place of our pleasure and intimacy. Our bed, of which it's confines I could trust and it's security I craved, satiated all hunger and satisfied all yearning. Our bed, once sacred and pure, fostered and nourished even the strongest love allowing for it's continued growth.
Our bed, now ravaged from deceit, it's solid base destroyed by selfishness infidelity continues to be the source of agony