a year and a half in each others embrace.
suddenly im stripped from you.
every damn second,
were they all a waste?
your smoke-screened disloyalty,
the liquor hides all.
regardless, the fact is you had the gall
to let her have you and to give me away.
to end it and beg for it
just two hours apart.
did i provide enough time
to develop a heart?
though, i did not accept,
but what if i had?
would i have been tortured?
would i have been glad?
im not sure the reasons
you did what you did,
but the truth is it happened,
and all at your bid.
should i blame the paramour?
rip her to shreds?
was she the reason,
or was it already dead?
i shant ponder longer
on our falling out.
instead i will laugh,
i’ll love and i’ll shout.