(Jealousy Poem) An Alternate Motive Doesn't Change a Thing
A voice unknown speaks.
She screams I'm the victim
Yet not a tear is shed.
In another hypochondriacs bed.
She's married.
What exactly does that mean anyways?
Years of wounds and scar.
Ragged and quite marred
Let me tell you she's not.
She does a strip tease on top of me over and over again.
This is my favorite sin.
With hate and malcontent, I'm used as a weapon.
But I don't care infact I'm taking pleasure out of it.
A good time is a good time.
No matter the alternate motive some one has in mind.
He tries to attack me anyway he knows how.
But I already know all his dark secrets.
I'm bring him to his knees with mere whispers.
He begs for mercy and I say just get away from me.
Cold am I to the day I die.
I no longer need walk away.
For I hurt the entire horizon and nobody ever even comes near me.
To afraid of what I would do.
Be careful of who you accuse.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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