Betrayal
All I feel is pain,
the relentless pain,
of betrayal.
Every time I look at
Her
I see the look of guilt.
Of course, she's guilty!
she took what was
mine
right in front of me
with
no
remorse!
I will have my revenge
one day, soon.
While no one looks
I scheme
in bed
on the couch
sharing a blanket
with the one that did me harm.
Waiting for the perfect opportunity.
She will regret what she did
even more than now.
I will take from her
what she took from me.
NO!
It's not a boy!
it was a peanut butter cookie,
this time she will feel pain.
This time
I will take her goodie.
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Hello once more!
Another poem about food!
~ B. Whetstone
