A betrayal most foul revisited

Showing the other perspective.

By Stanley Collymore

 

I regularly lied to and routinely as well cheated on

you; cruelly betrayed the unstinting trust you’d

so explicitly placed in me because I knew it

could be easily done, and besides I’d

arrogantly and egotistically convinced

myself I was God’s gift to women

and therefore making out with

them was the most natural

thing for me to do.

 

Quite assured in myself that if any

gossipmongers were to apprise

you of what was going on I could

boldly look you in the eyes with faked

pique, scornfully despise what they were

saying and pointedly demand of you: “Who

do you believe, your husband or them?”

Already fully aware of what your

reply would be, because of the

trust that you’d so faithfully

and unquestioningly

placed in me.

 

But in conducting myself in this entirely

self-centred and rather appalling way

I hadn’t reckoned on the vengeful

retaliation of Fate: patiently

standing in the wings

and surveying it all;

then having witnessed more than

enough of this intentional deceit

that I’d played out on you and

quite naturally appalled by

it decided to step in.

 

Calculatedly arranging while I was

in the throes of making love to you,

bodily there in bed beside you

but passion-wise psychologically

elsewhere, for me to inadvertently call

out the name of one of my many lovers.

A name that you were very familiar

with and unsurprisingly so, for it

was shamefully that of your

sibling and younger sister.

 

© Stanley V.Collymore

18 April 2013.