Unfaithful...Betrayal

Pillow soaked with tears

Tears of pain and betrayal

Tears from years of commitment

Tears of doubt and uncertainty

Tears of bitterness and planned revenge

Why?

What did she do wrong?

How could he kiss the lips of another?

How could he lie in the bed of another?

A painful spasm travels across her chest

And she winces

And hugs the teddy she loved so much

But she suddenly pulls it away from her

And takes a good look at it

This look wasn’t a look of love

It was a look of resentment and fury

The bloody fool!

An arrogant and ungrateful man he was

A betrayer!

So careless and silly she was

She so hated this teddy now

And it now looked so ugly and just too furry

Just like the heart of the one that gave it to her as a gift

Furry with dirt and ugly with betrayal

She flings the teddy out of the window and into the streets

That’s where it belonged

That’s where he belonged

Out on the streets just like a destitute

Now the pain was choking her

So she pulls her pillow close to her bosom

And cries herself to sleep

To sweet tranquility!

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He stares at the figure in front of him

Her lips moving with the speed of light

As she rattled her lies

Stuttering and rattling she spills false words

A made-up scenery of her whereabouts

It has been two weeks now…

And she shows up with tales

Tales of more and more drama

New clothes and a new smell

Beautiful she looked but yet so pathetic

Eyes filled with false tears

Hands flying in the air as she demonstrates her flimsy ordeal

His heart was so heavy

Betrayed by the one he so loved…

Or loved

There is really a thin line between love and hate

It was so very true

But that line was now non-existent for him

He had crossed over to the other side

His love for this woman was now lost

The pain of betrayal

How could she?

There was proof

He was the most famous fool in town

The most talked about fool

He had seen her several times…

Seen her the arms of another

So hurtful but yet so true

He hoped she would change

But he was wrong

And it was already too late

Because he had changed!

By Sylvia Chika

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