Cheater, Cheater, Cut off your Peter....

My eyes are squeezed tight, so I can hopefully
  keep the image out of my head
Too late; I've already seen the video that rips
  me to pieces instead
My ears are covered as to mute the sounds that
  you make.. that aren't made for me
Already they are playing loud and long in my head
  and will never leave me be
My lips are clamped down to muffle the utter
  devastation that would give voice to the pain
My head is full of chaos searching.....finding..no
  escape...screaming the heartbreak in refrain
My hands are wrenched together as if I were able
  to hold my own hand
Empty...You left it without feeling and is searching
  for the touch that left the brand
My knees are weak...from ingesting that now I'll
  never stand strong and sure  like bed fore
They are mourning the loss of your desire- as they
  buckle and, unapologetic, cast me to the floor
My skin registers cold, as I realize your arms are
  gone taking with them all my body heat
Lonely, wanting, waiting, needing...YOU to assure
  my heart that it can still beat
My words are jumbled, tumbling,...nonsence...
  trying to convey the absolute pain
Alas, nothing halts the careening as the words
  you moaned for her strike again
I feel them, impaling my core so much it seems
  rather redundant, yet, I can't say it aloud
I hear them a million times, echo, echo
  echo...as the pain is dug up, freshly plowed
My love, I gave you my heart to hold tight and
  cherish, above any and all others
However, it turns out, you took mine along when you
  gave your heart to your lover.