It made my stomach wretch to see you together

Your ravished lips pressed against her

Lungs pining for her siren's breath

Fingers stroking her paper skin, like a beggar

Fondles a dropped coin, greedy

Worship glinting pitiful in his eyes- your eyes

 

Did you think I wouldn't smell her on you?

With her pungent perfume clung to your skin

Like burs, their hooks sunk in triumphantly 

A sneer on her face, she relished in your capture

Charmed by her flute, you were a snake

You left me for her;

Coughing and wheezing an excuse

And a (not sorry enough to stop) goodbye