You left me for your girlfriend today.

I feel filthy
as if I have gone back packing
and haven't bathed in two weeks, but
I know no spigot can clean this away.

I feel guilty
even though I didn't know
she was even someone in your life
worth knowing,
but even then I still knew
something.

I even resigned to apologies
because I'm sick of feeling
like it's me,
and you use poetry to calm me,
which seduces me even more.
"I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul."

I want to poetry back at you
because the conversation
was just as good as the ***,
and I want to scream,
because I've done it again,
home-wrecking at it's finest,
but I know where this story ends.
*(I've read it one too many times.)