Callous

She used to burn with jealousy and hurt

Every time he goes and do things with other women

Every time he makes her feel unwanted, unloved, unworthy

With no conscience

His eyes, filled with blissful mirth

And not an ounce of consideration as to whom he may badly hurt then

It was a never ending story

Love made no difference

He does as he pleases

And she's there waiting, always in pieces

Gradually she was hardened, like palms filled with callouses

Hiding all the sorrow in dark places