A Love Poem of Sorts

The first time you were unfaithful
I died a thousand deaths.
The second time left me numb, confused,
Insecure and blaming myself.
The third time told me I had stayed too long through Fear of loneliness.

I can see now I was alone anyway,
Just didn't realise it.
And yes, I still love you but
I've learned to love myself as well.