Disdain
It is not the idea of him thrusting upon
her beautiful body that angers me.
It is not how I want to vomit at
the reality that he is no longer mine
alone.
It is the fact that he had kissed her.
Intimacy thought enchanted;
What used to be sacred now soiled.
The very lips that spoke my name,
The very lips that professed love to me,
now rotten, diseased by vixen.
And yet I apologised,
And yet I stayed.
S.M. Alexis
Copyright © Shenna Tan | Year Posted 2013
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