This poem talks about cheating in a relationship. The event that caused this is unrelated to my previous poem Love.
You're the kind of whore that walks down the street looking for a nice piece of meat to take under the sheets.
Pretending to be a sweet princess to me and to others,
a cat in heat waiting for the next bird to tweet looking for a treat.
How many times did you repeat this?
How long was it discrete?
How often did you mistreat the trust I had?
How many times did you take a seat,
skin slapping like a drumbeat,
sell yourself around like a swapmeet,
could I even compete?
Like an elite, you could delete your memory of me whilst you retreat to the shadows for some sweetmeat.
Remember the time you were a loveseat? that must be hard to beat,
That's when I found out about your habit to overeat.
I was defeated,
Sit there and have a feast,
Wait for the next parakeet to tweet,
To sweep you off your feet,
I'll be here dragging mine.
For you, nothing beats the meat,
sitting on the hot seat making sure the sheets were creased
I regret letting my heartbeat for you,
I wish I had a receipt to return this bullshit,
But it's nothing but a scandal sheet,
I would say I am a load off of your feat,
But I have a feeling loads are being let off elsewhere.
Have a nice life, cheat
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Poems Of The Dark
PoesiaI have created this ebook to post some of my poems that I write about particular events or emotions that I may be having. Overtime I will add more and more parts to this and will hopefully develop a kind of story.
