To be told by you!
That you're living
a double life.
How can one be trusted?
If you're fake with me .
How, can you be true
to the another?

I have tried to put it aside.
When I opened my eye's
I realized it has been a lie.
It only benefits the one.

I know deep down inside,
you had a different agenda.
You would say;
"There has been no other's"
I tried to believe this.
To know it's not true.
There was nothing I could do.
Except to leave you.

You have played
that game.
With more than one
Before, during, and after.
Me, myself, and I.
I was  supposed to turn
a blind eye!
I asked myself.
What made me the
special one?
If you really wanted it
to be me.
You would have changed
your ways!

It won't work
that way.
Because, you have
it made!
To come and go as
you please!
The one thing on
your mind.
Is to deceive one,
from the other's.
It's about you!
Not you and me.
It's about you,he, and him.

No matter what,
you told  me
I know better.
You could not
convince me .
Game over

Simba

I love what I miss
and I miss what I love
I wish things could
be different
From God above

I know there's a difference
between love and hate
I've changed my ways
The other remains
the same
That bird will never
change
thier ways
That bird will stay
in the nest
While bluffing one
and thierself

It will find the food
that suits them best
It's not about loyalty
It's about what
they need
For that bird
It's the mealworm
In the moment
That suits them best

I've loved that bird
I flew away
I love that bird
to this day
But, I can't stay
with something
That will always  astray
Because that's the
only way
they want it
Each and everyday

I'm not looking to
build a nest
I'm beyond that
I contest
I'm looking for
forever more
I'm not looking for
a female Matadore
Who is looking for that bull
to score

I'm looking for
one-on-one
That's not wanting 2 or more
There's a word for this
It's rhymes with score

I want nothing  more to do
with that bird
Fly Away
Fly away

Simba

Time to turn the feelings off.
It's been so misleading.
Now it's time to live in reality
No time for pleading.

I was living in a fantasy.
Hoping, it would only be me!

There is no such thing.
I can plainly see.
It's always been more
than 1, 2 or 3.

You always tried to convince me.
That I was making it
all up.
Someone would come around
and I would have to flee.
It may have been good for you.
But it wasn't good for me.

You would tell me I was crazy!
That I was making it all up.
I always knew it was shady.
And that I was making a mistake.
Then that day came.
You, yourself confirmed it
My knees began to shake
When I saw you step out
of  that  F-150 pickup truck.

Go back 5 years
To the beginning of
this affair
I knew it was wrong then
I should have never
been here

I put the blame on myself.
For it was plain to see.
There would never be a future!
Between you and me.

So, now It is time.
To put
my heart back on
the shelf.
Where it should
have stayed.

For I fell in love
With a woman that will
always astray  

  There would never be
  Trust
When ones heart
is full of lust.

Now to end this chapter.
The way that It must.
I am to never get involved.
With a women
having affairs!
Because, In reality.
They just don't care.

For I will lose in the end.
It doesn't matter to
the woman.
As long as they are
getting theirs.

Simba

Hello, to my fellow,
Hello-poetry,
poets!
I am looking for feedback,also any recommendations... For the poems that I  wrote and will continue to write. In the near future. I am very open-minded and looking for honest opinions!
I want to become better with my poems.
So I am reaching out.
To my fellow poets!!
Thank you.
Please, stay safe.
Sincerely,
Simba

I've been part of a school situation.
For quite a few years now.
That has given me motivation
and direction.
As well as an eye opener!

I've been schooled part time
for years.
By a substitute teacher.
Hoping to become full-time!

But, then disappears
Without a chance of
making contact.
Due to a different agenda.

One sends messages
with no reply.
That makes it hard
to comprehend.

It's easy when the teacher
makes the schedule.
You either have a class that day
or you don't
.
What works for one.
Doesn't necessarily mean.
It will work for the other.  
When there are other
students, in between.

The teacher gets to pick!
What works for them that day.
Who controls the joystick
Which student will be picked.

The principle is "In the house!"
Who, is being betrayed.
For the teacher will pick.
The student of the day.
Regardless, of what the principal
or student  has to say!
I make no difference anyways.

When's it going
to be the teachers turn?
They
ask!
As a student.
I would say
They have been getting there
turn for years
Don't let anyone get in the way!
Because, then it's easy enough
to be pushed away.

For I am only a part-time
student anyways.
Who will never become full-time
Because, it doesn't work.
For that teacher in that way!

You are outside the bubble.
The game that is being played.
Principal vs. Student's vs. Teacher

I should put the checks in the mail
and be on my way.
For this teacher
will be getting there new schedule
My name won't be on it.
The semester is over
without a care.
Easy come, easy go!
For this is not
the teachers first
coloring book or Rodeo.

                                            Simba