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Paraphernalia of Adultery

Baby, Don't think I didn't see,
I'm not easy to deceive.
What you've hidden,
To me is a given.
I already know about her.
Every time I see those pictures,
I fall apart in fractures.
Baby, I feel myself slipping away,
I found those pictures today.
The ones you had hidden of her,
Why lie? Why try to cover?
I have forgotten all the others,
My male friends are only brothers.
But yet you text, you email, you call,
The ones that are thin, beautiful and tall.
I'm on the back burner it seems,
Do you like them better?
Is that what this means?
Baby, I'm dieing inside,
My heart breaks, I hide my cries.
I've told you so many times,
In your mind, none of it rhymes.
I want it to be US, not you and her then me,
Baby can't you see?? I'm slipping away,
Everyday.
That I find those things of her.
Paraphernalia of adultery,
Is what i see.
When I find these letters online.
Clear out the history for Pete sakes,
My stomach now crawls with snakes.
I'm sickened and broken and almost dead,
You don't want to know the things in my head.
I've asked you over and over to let it just be me and you,
But you want to have your cake,
And eat it too.....
I love you too much to say goodbye,
So I have to put up with the lies.
It's cheating rather you think so or not,
I haven't forgiven, I know you haven't forgot.
This is what you are doing when I'm in the shower,
Making myself appealing to smell fresh like a flower.
This is what you are doing when I roll over at night,
I wake up you're gone and out of my sight.
I roll over to hold you close only to feel cold sheets,
You're online playing with fresher meats.
I need you I love you, let it just be us,
Give up them and there will be no fuss.
Because all I see,
Is Paraphernalia of adultery

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Comments

I do so wish you divided into verses as is a big frightening block of writing, what have you against the verse? I don't think the flow, which you do so well here, would be disrupted and the look of the poem would be more like a poem and less like prose, and yet it is a bit prose-like anyway.

I have no immediate criticism and enjoyed it, as much as one can enjoy such an uncomfortable subject, I wanted to read on and on and see where it was going.

Yours Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

i do agree with Ann in the context of structuring this write like a poem...if you can do hat it would serve that purpose pretty well...

having said that..i got a feeling while reading through it that you have allowed the words to flow freely in abandon...as a means to express a cathartic eruption...in which case the write in its present form reflects the mood ...

much love. and hugz...

raj (sublime_ocean)

Well the frustration and sense of betrayal really comes through but it's kinda hard to give suggestions when you don't state whether this is intended to be free verse or structured form..........stan

So well done. Love the structure and the "music" it creates

Joe

I wish you acknowledge them
for the justice they do...

loved

This is so well captured an "old theme" that it makes me wonder how "old" your soul really is!
I like the non-delinated verses, it exacerbates the entire theme of repeated pleas. Only niggly fault I find is:
"Give up them and there will be no fuss." grammatically glaringly incorrect. Please alter!
Thanks and keep up the great work!

Bonitaj

very well stated! I'ts all been said before me.

Please read my poem "Carnal Haven"? I think you will like it.

always, Cat

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