The Cheater
A cheating spouse
A broken heart
You are not close
You’re torn apart.
I now have proof
Of your affair
I’m not stupid
The signs are there.
The phone you hide
Turn off the sound
No ring you’ll here
While I’m around.
Drinking again
At weekend drill
Spending money
But I won’t grill.
Receipts I need
For income tax
“I’ll find them soon”
“So just relax”.
You still love me
Or so you say
But if you did
You’d want to stay.
Gone down this road
Though years ago
The hurt I felt
I can’t let go.
For my heart breaks
Gone on too long
I wish it’d mend
To right this wrong.
What did I do?
To cause your stray?
You’re wanting out
You pull away.
I will not beg
I will not plead
The games you play
I do not need.
So pack your bags
Go out the door
You will not live
Here anymore.
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski | Year Posted 2009
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