Just felt this today

I wonder what becomes of me now... When my husband, a natural chatterbox(I love this about him)comes home carrying nothing by his mouth, in his hands he bears gifts, unnecessary but he shoves them by my platter. His lips against my forehead moist, warm unfamiliar linger longer and right there with my head against his chest I can feel the erratics of his laden heart, a minute too slow I thought he must've been dead, another too fast it wasn't the usual.

Pulling away, I feel my heart sink... Tanking deep into the hearths of my stomach, except today there lacked warmth from all its surface, the few sparks that always flew round now drowned in the forced smile that he struggled to draw from his lips.

How fast can a woman forget her love?

How deep does my broken heart have to drown for my strength to come? For even then away from the arm that kept me warm, beside that heart that did me wrong, she still loved and loved. Bloody unwarranted love, sad psychotic love...