Buried halfway in the ground.

Can’t really move.

All you judgemental hypocrites are about to take my life.

Before you upholders of fidelity, cast the first stone,

I .

Have.

Words.

You only se me leave the depth of his “despair”.

Pumping his chest,

Breathing in him MY air.

You only see me in the shadows of secrecy.

When I tiptoed around his leash.

Spent all my time preying.

Luring him in,

Giving myself to him,

Seducing my victim.

You caught me picking up the blow torch to his residency.

You have seen me.

You call me “the Home wrecker”

But,

That I am not.

I don’t control him,

Own him.

That is “HER” husband.

The only despair is that “HAPPY” life & bullshit of a “WIFE”.

He is too much of a coward,

To be a man,

 Walk away,

From his “life”.

I allowed him to breathe all the fresh air of manhood,

Freedom,

 Pleasure.

My night light shines bright,

I illuminate his shadows,

Full of skeletons,

“SHE” can’t see.

I wait all day,

Night,

For HIS call.

When he can break away….

Still gets called home.

HE approached me,

With an opportunity of simplicity,

Pleasure,

Love.

I foolishly fell in for all of the above.

It isn’t so simple,

Lustful,

Romantic.

I fuss,

Cry,

Beg.

Begging to realize….

That there is a blow torch in that lays,

Right next to my heart.

I can melt the connections of his life apart.

Call me bitter,

Jealous,

Sinful,

Mean.

Aim high Stoners. Cast me.