Betrayal?

The scents of the other woman

Pungent as your own pretence

They drape your being

As you crawl up to me, in that mask of love

To crouch in subservience;

Need I be your wife in that beckoning?

When every move of yours is as treacherous

Every word as untruthful;

The promises that have petered out

The pride that ever surmounts,

In that lavish emptiness;

Its only my loneliness that mounts

The whiff of the other woman,

As you mutter under your breath

Those sweet utterances

The bitter truth that lurks in her shadow, in every dalliance

Need my meekness bear in silence?

The betrayal that glares at me in broad light

Stripping me of integrity, the respect, the trust

Those shreds that lie scattered;

But its not the pain, I wallow in

Nor the shame

For, I will not gather those shreds of pain;

Nor will I be the betrayed, in an act of disdain

I am not forbearance for a woman;

Nor am I the silent tears that shed in the shadow of a man

I am a being unto my own;

To become the spirit, the force that none can shun into the unknown!