Put Down

I know he has her in his arms, always flaunting her charms; ‘I need you he says’, I don’t understand this; Yet the promises to knot her he speaks. He comes close, breathes on me Holds me tight for hours; and she calls Gets up and walks to the door, “I’ll be back love he states” Fooling himself is a big mistake! I read his posts, roaming all around the town; “I don’t care” he ignores… I feel hurt for I’m chosen cos I understand But nevertheless I have my life planned! Oh boy! Hell with you I say He knock the door the very next day There are the options he can choose; Without doubt he will continue Where I will have no value! When I think of her, I pray Truth will make her life grey. Safe he feels; playing with emotions Life takes a toll losing loved ones! I sit and watch him go down For he chose his way to be put down!