And so another story has been told,
In a slightly newer version now grown old;
From being told many a time before,
The truth this time again it was you swore.
As the cracks began thick and fast to appear,
Your blue eyes turned hard with hate and fear;
Not a glimmer of any sparkle of love,
Just the blue eyes of a stranger rolling above.
At the café where you don’t like to be,
The two of you sat all smiles and glee;
The field marshal sat overlapping the seat,
With her blubbery mass resting on her feet.
A smug grin spread right across her face,
Proclaiming proudly she was ahead of pace;
Her grin painted face said I cannot fail,
They will believe my lying poor me tale.
Two cups of coffee sat upon the table,
Me I couldn’t face any I just wasn’t able;
To sit and pretend all was dandy and fine,
When breaking to pieces was this heart of mine.
As I felt you grimace at the touch of my hand,
I watched you pass through like grains of sand;
You have become a stranger to the truth,
Turning heartfelt trust to never-ending sleuth.
No more in your baby blues will I linger,
When last I looked I saw a complete stranger;
A stranger to me and certainly one to the truth,
My broken heart and spirit of that is proof.
Within the space of one night, give or take an hour,
You flexed and showed your fickle hidden super-power;
So now your clothes are in a black bag outside the door,
And I and hurt are alone again once more.
Cherish your Relationships!
Be Happy, Be Peppy. LivePeppy 🙂
Poem Credits: Sue A’Hern | Milton Keynes | United Kingdom