Knowing

A poem regarding that sad time when you know there's someone else.

My kisses fall on her body in vain,

She doesn't and will never look at me the same.

It is eternal woe that I now only know,

Knowing he is in her mind as we make love.

 

Glazed eyes now meet mine,

Not those that used to shimmer and shine.

Her touch cold, clinical, calculated,

I can tell my wish for love in return won't be sated.

 

I await the day when she tells me of him,

I now grow more fond of hooch; sipping gin.

Then she tells me the words that I dread,

My life ceases to exist, my world decayed, rotten, dead.

Author's Note

As always be brutal folks :)

Reviews

[The Refined Poet]

This is a great poem. I have only one suggestion, if you could replace the word "forced" with anither word beginning with "c" it would make for a nice little alliteration. But if you choose not to, the poem can definitely stand as is. Again, I enjoyed it.

[Joe Morris]

Cheers mate I'll make a quick edit.

[The Refined Poet]

That change you made is excellent! Calculated is such a fitting and powerful addition to your poem.

[Joe Morris]

Thanks T.R.P and thanks for suggesting the edit :)

[Emily B]

frailty! thy name is woman

[Joe Morris]

Thanks :)