A sorry nights work

"If I knew you where such an easy lay I'd have had sex with you myself."
Your words sting like a cold and icy wind."The truth hurts" I tell myself,
I knew it would end up being said. You finally knew the names and dates,
If not the story behind the acts. Yet still it hurt, hurt like no other wound I've ever had,
"Don't you see?" I want to cry "I'm trying so hard to change!"
You saw me as special, someone you came to trust.
I see in you a true friend, someone to whom I may confide.
You said you wouldn't judge me you were there merely to help, to support.
"The truth stings" I say again as your words run again and again through my mind.
"Don't you see?" I want to scream "It's because of you I decided to even try!!
Because of how you see me I don't want to stay that way."
Yet silently I sit, hoping against all hope. That in the morning when you see this,
You will come to understand. I see you as my lighthouse,
My guiding light , my beacon in this self created storm
"The truth hurts" I tell my self once more as I sit and write these possible final words.