I leave the room for one second
and I come back to see your cock slamming into her.
You definitely weren’t thinking about me. Selfish, greedy pig!
To make things worse.
You defended her feeble excuses, tried to twist it around and make it my fault, then you left – with her.
Somehow I’m a user. A psychopath with no friends? Go figure.
You were such a disappointment. Still are.
I see your cock inside her, thrusting hard and I can’t bare to touch you or trust.
Betrayal was never a part of us or what we had. ‘I hope you’re happy now’, was another thing you said.
It’s a waiting game from here on in, till we say goodbye and start again.
It was over before it began really. I knew deep down already, you were just too good to be true. Part of me kept hoping but it’s too late for me now.
I’ll do all my grieving before we say goodbye, so I dont have to think about you then. It won’t be pleasant either, but I’ll take what I can get.
I’ll still wish you the best but I’ll never go there again.
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