The news which rolls nonchalantly off her tongue
Doesn't send a jolt of hatred through my veins.
Nor are those tears which
Incessantly sting my eyes
Because this is no surprise.

So what if he had another warm body
Pressed against his chest
Towards the end?
I was cringing at his touch by then.

He knew my every motion so
He must have known his charming love wouldn't have a fairytale farewell.

But really?
With her?

The one he so adamantly claimed to hate,
Day after day to the point of revulsion?
He tasted those lips which spewed nothing but cruelty in his general direction.

But we accept the love we think we deserve.
So he really must gag at his morning reflection
If she is his final decision.

Well here it is sweetie:
May your visit down under
Be ever so warm and inviting;
I've heard the devil's daughter
Throws one hell of a party.