I met raw infidelity once —clenching its fists upon me, not ready yet –to leave me. And when it finally did, it left bruises and scars which I myself couldn't hide but look upon –with dismay and filth because the old me is long gone, dead and buried in graveyard of lies and treachery –all the ****, wild things which feared me once and made my body tremble -as of cold and fear. I screamed so loud before the words of bitter truth suffocated my lungs, burning the only emotion I had left —disappointment. I was, yet again, left with "nothing".
It will never be complete, Such as love can't compete with Eve, Leave her King under white wings, And leave her dreams tear apart the seaming, Winter's leaving and in my spirit I feel her deceiving, Mark my sweetest with joyful feelings, And be a witchess on the beaches, Cascading bridges underneath my bleeding.
“Honey, let me fix that - You've got your perfidious smile buttoned up all wrong I couldn't remove her lipstick from your shirt, Unfortunately it's on your heartless sleeve
This is your last tie, don't cut this one as well Refrain from wearing these pants again, just give it to her Maybe that way she'll stay out of yours And here's your socks, your feet has been cold for a while now
Put on your new shoes, I hope it fits, Since you can't place yourself in my shoes I wiped your glasses this morning, Maybe that way your wandering eyes won't mistake her for me
Your integrity is in the last drawer of your wardrobe It's been in there for a while now Oh, and I see your watch is broken Maybe that's why you don't have time for me
Don't forget your coat of sympathy on your way out I put a bit of empathy in its pockets There, now you're all dressed to succumb to sin Have a lovely day, honey” ~ Demi.M Potts
For the adulters: Imagine you're on your way to work and your wife recites this poem.
these tired blood-shot eyes have left me for the alarm clock in the dark and death is making shadow puppets on the wall lethargically shifting gears out of bed with shuddering bones dancing all around me in the twinkling candle-lit room splashing water on my face while the demons dictate my mind with scraps of stipulations that I must involuntarily attend another day of onerous labor, leaving behind scars as deep as canyons that told more stories than broken hearts and gaping buttholes
and when you get there, to the bar, after work, you can always tell who has been outfoxed by the smoke screen of cutthroat commanders handing down the punishing orders by emptiness in glass needing a refill, emptiness in provision needing subsistence, emptiness in soul needing inflation and bags of exhaustion rest in the dark blue hammocks under my weary eyes as I take another sip and teeter-totter on the brink of insanity and stare at the mirror behind the bar with a reflection of my own skeleton staring back at me and hallucinations of the devil standing behind me, massaging my shoulders singing me the most beautiful aplomb serenade I’ve ever heard
“**** is perishing and festering off the pews of treachery and absurdity from vacant hearts and complicated minds that the living will ****** and **** without one conscience hair but when the day comes that someone puts ketchup on a hotdog, everyone loses their mind.”
I suddenly no longer felt alone and swallowed a pocketful of pills and chased it with a tumbler of liquid doom straight to my thimble mind and went home.