Infidelity Poem by Kacy Loukota

Infidelity



It's the moment you feel like a train hits your chest
When your heart breaks
It's the moment you fall to the ground into a pile of tears
When your heart has been broken

No one tells you how real betrayal feels
No one tells you that it isn't your enemy that stabs you in the back
No one prepares you for that moment.
The moment that 'Hurt' is the only thing you feel

It's the moment that he lies to your face, though you cling to it
When you can feel your chest become heavy
It's the moment he calls you back and tells you what you didn't want to hear
When that phone call becomes your worst nightmare

No one tells you that it's the people closest to you
No one tells you how to react to horrid news
No one prepares you for that moment
The moment that 'Hurt' is the only thing you feel

It's the moment he comes home and you both start crying
When you can barely look at his face
It's the moment you have to decide if forgiveness has worth, if you can pull the knife out
When you cry, and listen, and all the while you feel numb

No one tells you that everyone will betray you at some point
No one tells you that being betrayed is the hardest thing you will ever feel
No one prepares you for that moment
The moment when 'Hurt' is just a word to describe 'Betrayed'
The moment when there are no words to describe how hurt you feel...

Friday, October 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hurt,infidelity
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chris Smethurst 02 October 2015

The moments you describe are so real. although it reminds us that we don't own anything and certainly not each other ... and I can see how the subject feels that everyone betrays in the end ... but in truth the experience is just preparation as Life itself betrays beyond any person when all you now love including your and I will fail and fade away In a journey were all things pass So if that is true the journey with bends, climbs, dips, thrills, tears & fears and a dead end is all we truly have .. and this all takes place in a space and time filled with pure love for us and everything (I kind of sense and know that bit... take me on trust) When you step back and look at this work of art it kind of makes absolute sense like a full stop makes a sentence the absent artist makes the masterpiece Good luck on the journey & keep sharing: -)

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