You, I and sheA Poem by SheWhoWillNotBeNamed
"You, I and she"
I woke up and smelled the love in the air, which almost made me forget about your affair. I turned towards you and kissed your lips, almost forgetting the way you held her hips. I looked into your opening eyes, trying to forget her Halloween disguise. I took you by the hand to show you the view, which almost made me forget she's next month due. I touched you softly on the face, almost erasing the pain and disgrace. I sat you down on the kitchen's floor, trying to forget her pinned to the bathroom door. I packed a sandwich and some snacks for lunch, almost forgetting you met her at brunch. I hugged you tight before you left the house, which almost made me forget her tightly fitting blouse. I greeted you eagerly when you came back, trying to forget about my payback. I threw you onto our comfy bed, which almost made me forget that we were then newly wed. I gave into the passion I feel, almost forgetting about her squeal. I whispered in your ear softly, which almost made me forget how she screamed awfully. I never told you that I knew the truth, trying to forget that abusing vermouth. I pressed my finger against your chest, almost forgetting how you never made her rest. I took off your shirt and pants, which almost made me for get about her implants. I stripped slowly to the music of your choice, almost forgetting the sound of her name in your voice. I had sex with you one last time, knowing I was about to commit a crime. I tied you to the chair, and caressed you with my long hair. I saw you were about to finish, so I enabled my smile to vanish. I played a video of her and you that I recorded, paying for the pizza I had ordered. I watched you realize what happened and beg for forgiveness, but it was too late - you could see my eyes and their dullness. I cut you open and made you bleed, but my anger was not freed. I asked you why, but I didn't want the lie. I set the house on fire, wrapping our hands and legs with barbwire. © 2011 SheWhoWillNotBeNamed |
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3 Reviews Added on May 21, 2011 Last Updated on May 22, 2011 AuthorSheWhoWillNotBeNamedILAboutI'm a little bit of everything rolled into one and I like to go to extremes. I have a wide range of interests and like to be on the move. I can be sweet, I can be sour, but I can also be spicy ;.. more..Writing
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