A Lover's Tale Poem by Verona Valentine

Those used to be my lips
The one you’re kissing
That used to be my bed
Where she’s sleeping

My clothes used to hang there
Where her cheap ones hang now
I used to be the one you cook for
But now you’re dining out

We cannot turn back yesterday
And never could we last for eternity
So turn around, hide your dismay
Hold on to the last strings of your sanity

I never meant to hurt you
Just wanted you to bleed
Never much enjoyed watching you
But I do, just a little bit

So now you look at me
Your eyes wide and mouth ajar
I’m sorry dear, I can’t control my jealousy
I never knew we could get this far