Infidelity Poems
The Myth of Closure
by Kara PrinceYou told me you called her up just once for closure. I don’t believe in such things, but I believed you. When she called me weeks later, she begged me for closure, but what could I say? You lied to us both. Now I’m lying in my bed, eyes wide open because you're all I see when I close them. I'll never know who my brothers could have grown up to be, or if I could have done things differently with my sister. I buried two grandpas, just accepting that they were flawed men. Losing you didn’t make me believe in closure, because you lost me, and I’d rather leave that door closed.
Continue readingAdultery
by Carol Ann Duffy
Wear dark glasses in the rain.
Regard what was unhurt
as though through a bruise.
Guilt. A sick, green tint.
New gloves, money tucked in the palms,
the handshake crackles. Hands
can do many things. Phone.
Open the wine. Wash themselves. Now
you are naked under your clothes all day,
slim with deceit. Only the once
......
The STING
by Vane Swetah
To be young and in love; Ah the feel!
Makes you glow from the inside, helps you heal
THIS. This is what the mainstream media has said
I’m not naive. I never let it get to my head
There I was; a happy little bee; buzzing at life
Perfectly content with me, myself and I
And one day, a ‘HI’ popped up that changed my life
Little did I know, that ‘HI’ would leave this bee mesmerized
......
The Myth of Closure
by Kara PrinceYou told me you called her up just once for closure. I don’t believe in such things, but I believed you. When she called me weeks later, she begged me for closure, but what could I say? You lied to us both. Now I’m lying in my bed, eyes wide open because you're all I see when I close them. I'll never know who my brothers could have grown up to be, or if I could have done things differently with my sister. I buried two grandpas, just accepting that they were flawed men. Losing you didn’t make me believe in closure, because you lost me, and I’d rather leave that door closed.
Continue readingThe STING
by Vane Swetah
To be young and in love; Ah the feel!
Makes you glow from the inside, helps you heal
THIS. This is what the mainstream media has said
I’m not naive. I never let it get to my head
There I was; a happy little bee; buzzing at life
Perfectly content with me, myself and I
And one day, a ‘HI’ popped up that changed my life
Little did I know, that ‘HI’ would leave this bee mesmerized
......
Adultery
by Carol Ann Duffy
Wear dark glasses in the rain.
Regard what was unhurt
as though through a bruise.
Guilt. A sick, green tint.
New gloves, money tucked in the palms,
the handshake crackles. Hands
can do many things. Phone.
Open the wine. Wash themselves. Now
you are naked under your clothes all day,
slim with deceit. Only the once
......
