Poem: Not so love poetry part two

That year, the one I knew,

let’s call her “Jane” wanted more than

    to be friends.

Others came to me whispering concerns

over hundred dollar Christmas gifts

            for a good friend,

                                  my lover.

I brushed it off like I was okay

knowing they knew me better

crying in shame, wanting to scream at her

          Get out and stay out

She didn’t, I fed the hand,

     and it bit me,


I wouldn’t notice until too late.

She protected his infidelities, her secrets,

no one else fess’d up that dark Holiday.

I knew when we almost were fighting

In West Edmonton Mall

over a god damn ice cream maker

telling me it would be

           from her.

My hands quickly shoved into my pockets

I couldn’t take the gnawing any longer.

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kirutaye 6 years ago from London, UK

It's a shame when that happens in a relationship. To find out that your partner is unfaithful is heartbreaking.

Thank you for sharing.

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acaetnna 6 years ago from Guildford

I so feel for you. I hope this is fictitious and didn't actually happen to you.

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