It has come to my attention, that he loves her more than me.
But it's never really been a contest, until my eyes could see.
When I let myself finally see the facts, oh so obvious to all.
The "forgotten-to-erase texts", a stalked profile, and little cat call.
I let the truth touch my eyes...my world...and make my heart so sick.
To watch the girl on his phone, touch herself and lick her little lips.
He doesn't know how it tore me up and made me question him.
Doubts I had before that proved so true, ripping me limb to limb.
Because one cannot help what love he feels deep inside of them,
Just as one cannot help the weeds that grow, until they're pulled by stem.
It pestered long within, yet he chose to nurture it with care.
Feeding it, loving it, filling it's growing lungs with air.
Saving all the photos for easy access to his peering eyes,
To see them....all of her.....not me, truly makes me die.
What's worse, is reading him ask her...beg her...for just one more.
As if, he couldn't get enough, that alone, stripped me to my core.
I wish he could have told me, that I'd always be his second best,
That I can't win the heart of a man, who's mind is already obsessed.
To save me from my time, my effort, that one might call their life.
To give forth all my love and it be taken all in strife.
And then to feed on my doubts of trust is just a step too far.
You must watch how you treat Lord Karma, thou hope you leave no scar.
6/2018
