Pelgris

I guess I should know better than to throw my heart in like that. But a promise broken is a betrayal. There are trespasses I will forgive but not that. Which she knew going in. At least I won’t see her every day, avoid the gatherings for a while. Until her face blurs down, until a moan is just a moan and not hers. The heart mends quickly when the wounds allowed to close.