is it that you are with him? or not with me?
is it cuz you read his eyes? or not my poetry?
is it cuz he parts your thighs? or is it cuz I’m alone?
he hears your pleasure cries, you loving sighs
and no one hears my poems
is it cuz he has your sex?
or because I don’t have your heart?
that we are both out of breath?
you part your legs and depart from my art
sadly sinking I think
of why my eyes are wet
drenched as my pen’s ink
and you stretched in his bed
I loved you so true
I fought for so long
but you move for someone new
what i write must be wrong