Confessions Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I'm suppose to be cool,
With your confessions made...
Of digressions intended,
To have me appear to be your fool?
And others knew of your discretions too?
What do you think that I should do?
Beg of you to be honest and true?

What makes you think desperation is my thing?
Or that your worth is unforgettable?
I'm not cool with your confessions.
Nor am I into worthlessness as a kept profession.
Your confessions should have been professed,
BEFORE your infidelities were publicly expressed.
The best thing we can do is to prove a kept distance.

Only a cat would chance nine lives.
And I am not that cat.