Poem thing

I see between the lines
They don't know what's going on
You asked for forgivness too many times
I refuse to be your pawn

No one understands the situation
I'm too lost to comprehend
The key to love is patience
The key to patience is the willingness to bend

Your acts rise bile to my mouth
I search our times together for clues
The question why is nowhere to be found
Betrayal, though no one spoke, they all knew

Bags packed, I submerege myself into the car
I can't find your face in the window
All apples have a rotten part
The feathers explode from your tear soaked pillow