Cruel

how can you touch
the skin of another
and tell me
the words of love

how can you have
her head on your chest
and give me
your arm to hold onto

how can you feel
the joy of her company
and call me
the nickname of cute

how can you make already
a choice
but pretend still
like it never took place

how can you create
a cut in my heart
but expect
a smile on my face

It is a blade running nonstop
but I demand a why
of how it can split like this.
No one can answer.

It is one or the other,
there is no both.

How cruel is it?
If I exercise the same?