The Other Woman Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

I just have one question—
One thing I want to know
Was she beautiful, when you cheated?
Tell me:
Was she beautiful?

What was it, she produced?
What did she possess?
For you completely fall—
For you to become obsessed?

Then, he turns to me,
And, he does reply:

"Although it is you, who I loved,
It is she, who made me feel alive!
- when I was near her,
I felt pleasure, scorching hot...
She was delicious, she was sweet
So I savored every drop (of her)
Didn't care of the defeat.

I could not escape her
That heavenly scent...
I sold everything to be with her.
My life, my soul, my mind—all spent!
Because, oh, the way she felt...
Oh, my lord, it was a rush!
I felt like I'd reached heaven...
I swear I loved her so much!
And, though I love you too,
It is her I choose—I pick
Because, if I leave her now,
I will become unbelievably sick! "

I cannot believe,
The details, I hear
I cannot seem to shake
This one tiny, wet tear

He grins,
Then, he cries.
Practically at the same time
And, he hollers
And, he screams:
"No, none of this is okay or is it fine!

I cannot break free! "
—He starts to yell
He cries, and he screams
A heavyhearted story, he tells.
He lets those same tears
Fall down a cheek
As he tries to explain,
But, he just sounds SO weak

He continues his speech,
As I start to pack and to leave
He says;
"She wasn't a woman
On, no, she was not!
She was that thing
Which I NEVER forgot..."

Sweating and shaking—
Spinning around
Falling, he's dying—
He smashes his head on the ground

And, now I do get it—
I comprehend it, I see;
She wasn't a woman!
No, she wasn't a ‘she'

- Poison it was,
Right through his veins.
She was a sickness,
And, now it is evil which reigns.

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