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 to fall so hard,
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)
I didn't concern myself with the nearing 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;
'I'm dying this time!
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 sounds unbelievably 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
You see, she was a sickness,
And, now it is evil which reigns.

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