Musings by The Poet Loriet
Poetic Justice
Women know.
They can always tell when
a man has changed his heart.
I knew too, honey...
but I stayed and played
your guessing games
instead of running fast
and not looking back.
I should've ran.
When you said you'd call me
and didn't keep your promises,
when you couldn't look me in the eye,
when you bent me over your couch
to screw me instead of
looking in my eyes, kissing, touching,
when you stopped telling me
I was beautiful,
when you started letting me
walk away without a hug
and I had to ask for one,
when you weren't showing up
on my doorstep at odd hours,
calling just to hear my voice...
It must have been the night
she called you crying at 1:30 a.m.
that you started sleeping
with her again, and what
a sweet twist of poetic justice
THAT was~`for all of us!
Lori Beal
They can always tell when
a man has changed his heart.
I knew too, honey...
but I stayed and played
your guessing games
instead of running fast
and not looking back.
I should've ran.
When you said you'd call me
and didn't keep your promises,
when you couldn't look me in the eye,
when you bent me over your couch
to screw me instead of
looking in my eyes, kissing, touching,
when you stopped telling me
I was beautiful,
when you started letting me
walk away without a hug
and I had to ask for one,
when you weren't showing up
on my doorstep at odd hours,
calling just to hear my voice...
It must have been the night
she called you crying at 1:30 a.m.
that you started sleeping
with her again, and what
a sweet twist of poetic justice
THAT was~`for all of us!
Lori Beal
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