The Other Woman - Poem

Chasing the flies that perched on my cake

Love splitted in two halves

Half-a-man served on my plate

Divided attention, my unfair fate

Hidden chats, frequent calls

Secret getaways -far from your love

Chose the mistress over us

An urgent call on our anniversary

Tons of business trips

Your cheating craft, knitted neatly 

In my very eyes

Lies and excuses, unfaithful act

The more I chased

Your pace tripled

In the mistress's yard

What does she have?

Our lovemaking is sour

Yet you do multiple rounds

In her house

Oh wandering spouse!

A race I would never win

My hands can't get to you

Because you are in her arms

Everything I had, is now hers

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