I just feel sorry for her now - and ever so slightly distainful but I wrote this at the time just to 'get it out'. It's a song - not a poem - and it has a bouncy rap tune:
It's easy to say,
It's easily said
That it's ok
To have my man in your bed.
He said he wants to have fun
Said he wants to be free
Said his marriage was over
But he didn't tell me!
You made me no vows
They weren't yours to break
But you knew he was married
So why, for fuck's sake
Did you happily shag him?
Can you not see
Good people don't help
Create such misery?
Did you think of his kids
And how much they would hurt
While you were getting your kicks
With a smile and a flirt?
You flattered his ego
And fell for his lies
Believing you're special
So why the surprrise
When you find tht he blanks you
'Cause he's run back to me?
You were just wet and warm
Conveniently.
You were oh-so selfish
Now you've got the blues
Excuse me for laughing
You're just shit on my shoes!
You behaved like a slut
Hurting tthose you don't know
You choose your own actions
So you reap what you sow.
Now he's out on his ear
Scorned by all those he knew
Ashamed of himself
And sickened by you.