Truth is..

 
My arms were meant to hold you,
Not shield myself against your rage,
Tears fleeing from my eyes,
Getting use to familiar pains,
My hands were meant to comfort,
Not try to grasp hold of what's not there,
My heart was going to love you,
Now full of rips and tears,
My body was meant to cuddle,
With you so close to me,
Now sleeping on opposite sides of life,
Leaving empty spaces in-between,
But my mouth is here to tell you,
What I never could before,
My mind and soul despises you,
So the others I will ignore...