Revelare

This is about a love triangle and it's written from the perspective of 'the other woman' Revelare means to remove the veil.

Revelare

Would she use the playground argument,

'But I was here first?'

To which I would respond,

That is irrelevant darling,

It comes down to survival of the fittest,

Natural selection.

If you're not strong enough to fight,

Then,

Scamper,

And flee.

But guilt is overwhelming,

And the water that I tread is deep,

I can feel it heating until it burns and my skin blisters,

How much longer can i keep up this charade and false pretence?

If she were to confront me,

What could I say to her?

What could I honestly say to her?

Sometimes it feels as if I'm tripping, over the same mistakes repeatedly,

One day I will fall with my face in the mud,

I will crumble beneath unlearned lessons,

I will shatter underneath the strain,

But who would I blame for that?

I view her as the one in the wrong,

But I am the criminal,

I am the one who wears the orange jumpsuit,

I am the one who is bound by steel handcuffs,

I am the one who is confined to this cell,

I am not in possession of the key,

I could take it- even though it is not mine,

After all I'm used to that.

Yet there are cracks in the performance,

I am destroying the programme and order of things,

I pop my head through the curtain on occasion

Revealing part of the plot,

As the crowd watch it thicken,

The black ropes will be pulled, the crimson velvet will rise,

And the harsh bright stage lights will expose everything and everyone in the way that they should be,

Then choices will have to be made...

Until then I will keep my head above water,

But only just.

Eventually I will drown,

Meeting my fate like an old acquaintance, one I had been waiting to visit,

I will fall prisoner to all of my mistakes,

We all give in to our inner weaknesses,

Some more than most,

When I run out of people to point the finger on,

I am the only one left to blame for that.