“dated – married – betrayed”
Murder count – thirteen!
“dated – married – betrayed”
Murder count – thirteen!
“I love you, too!”
He lied.
Holding me by my waist,
Teasing my lips with his,
He pushed me against the wall.
Filled with his aroma, his room
Felt warm and mellow.
Uncoiling my curls, and
Smelling my nape; his
Fingers slithered down
Under my dress.
Twitching my hands, he
Tied me to the window lattice.
Unbuttoning my shirt, and
Viciously snogging my bosom, he
Aroused my desires.
Lost in his succulent love,
I was enchanted, and
Closed my eyes.
Feeling safe and snug
In his arms, until
My reverie broke to find
Him on bed with
Another – her!
What if I told you,
You’re the only one
From the day I proposed you.
What if I told you,
You’re never the one
After I caught you evading.
What if I told you,
It hurts when I see you
In the pictures with her.
What if I told you,
I was downtrodden by you, and
Nightmares exterminates my peace.
What if I told you,
The wounds hurt deep, and
I’m dying every moment.
What if I told you,
Heartbreaks are deadly; and
Betrayal has no medicine.
With his evanescent memories, she’s perishing.
She’s sabotaged in his despicable love.
Somewhere I belong,
In forlorn corner of his heart,
In the darkness of his eyes.
Somewhere I belong,
In his abated memory,
In the ocean of his lies.
Bereft of his love;
Yearning for a
picture-perfect life.
Sinking fears and fumes rising high,
Walls of tears burning down with sigh.
In vain, she saturates his love.
Valued?
Never!
Walked away from disrespect.