The woman I love is no longer mine. She chose him and I am left in the dust. Ive cried so hard, so many times. Admitted I loved her, to no avail. She believes I can't handle this. I'm doing the best I fucking can. I feel like she did not long ago. She felt ugly, fat and unworthy. I feel as if no other woman will have me now, considering she is so beautiful. Can anyone love me like I love her? And I'm not throwing her words in her face. I simply am saying I can relate. She mentioned her scars. Mine are nothing compared to hers but my turmoil is in my own soul. I now will see her intoxicating, smiling face pretty much everyday. Its going to kill me slowly until I leave her. Then I will want it more, for she won't have the control over me she does now. But yet again, until then, I must stay back in the shadows, wallowing in my own self pity and keeping my tears and pain to myself.