Infidelity
By Rich Reith
He spent his life
Loving a dead woman.
He never knew she had died
spread-eagle
on another man's bed.
Taking her lovers seed hundreds of times-
As her true love put his life on the line
a world away.
A trillion bullets in a dozen years
Aimed straight at the heart
Of the love of a lifetime.
The shell that remained
Spent her life making him feel unworthy,
coldly using his need to be understanding
Holding out hope
of the return of the woman
who was able to be his lover,
If only he could find a way to heal her.
He spent his life
Trying to find again
The love of the woman that remained,
not knowing she could never appreciate
Or be worthy of his love.
He was a prisoner
Living in a cell of his own construction.
Chained with his own precious love,
the door constructed of his caring
locked with the keys of lies
and betrayal.
He lived his life believing
He could once again see
The woman he married,
The woman who loved him completely
For a few sweet months of his life.
He never knew her love died,
spread-eagle,
On another mans bed.
He built his cell
Out of memories of her love,
In love with his jailer -
Just a shell of the woman he once knew.
Upon each escape attempt
She would put on a play,
And show him,
In a few bright shining moments,
A glimpse of the woman she used to be.
Caring
Loving
Giving
Making him believe
the lover in her was alive
Until he willingly returned to his cell.
Then she turned her back on him
And returned to the only things
That mattered in her life.
The loving flower of a woman
Crushed under the heel of lust.
The giving heart
Destroyed by years of mutual taking,
of lies and betrayal,
of abuse of the only man who ever loved her.
A selfish whore monger molding her into a selfish woman
Unable to understand ever again
The true wonders of making love.
He lived his life
In love with a memory
In love with a woman who died,
spread-eagle,
On another man's bed.
By Rich Reith
He spent his life
Loving a dead woman.
He never knew she had died
spread-eagle
on another man's bed.
Taking her lovers seed hundreds of times-
As her true love put his life on the line
a world away.
A trillion bullets in a dozen years
Aimed straight at the heart
Of the love of a lifetime.
The shell that remained
Spent her life making him feel unworthy,
coldly using his need to be understanding
Holding out hope
of the return of the woman
who was able to be his lover,
If only he could find a way to heal her.
He spent his life
Trying to find again
The love of the woman that remained,
not knowing she could never appreciate
Or be worthy of his love.
He was a prisoner
Living in a cell of his own construction.
Chained with his own precious love,
the door constructed of his caring
locked with the keys of lies
and betrayal.
He lived his life believing
He could once again see
The woman he married,
The woman who loved him completely
For a few sweet months of his life.
He never knew her love died,
spread-eagle,
On another mans bed.
He built his cell
Out of memories of her love,
In love with his jailer -
Just a shell of the woman he once knew.
Upon each escape attempt
She would put on a play,
And show him,
In a few bright shining moments,
A glimpse of the woman she used to be.
Caring
Loving
Giving
Making him believe
the lover in her was alive
Until he willingly returned to his cell.
Then she turned her back on him
And returned to the only things
That mattered in her life.
The loving flower of a woman
Crushed under the heel of lust.
The giving heart
Destroyed by years of mutual taking,
of lies and betrayal,
of abuse of the only man who ever loved her.
A selfish whore monger molding her into a selfish woman
Unable to understand ever again
The true wonders of making love.
He lived his life
In love with a memory
In love with a woman who died,
spread-eagle,
On another man's bed.
- Now he performs...as a man must,
This time without all the blinders of trust.
For clarity comes, as reality appears,
As trust finally dies, love disappears.
- To doubt himself and the path he took,
Understanding her betrayal but afraid to look,
Is the burden of the husband betrayed -
Until inside his peace is made
- Happiness awaits as he plans his escape,
As the depth of the betrayal finally takes shape.
Somewhere, he knows, will be a woman must
understand that love is all about trust.
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