To Her
When jealousy turns love into a sting,
Transparency shows hate and passioned will.
World turns to red and happiness to nothing;
Come safety cannot when she aims to kill.
Screech now, my whispered insecurities,
For everything that is her is pain.
Her walk of treachery -- him to his knees.
My most important loss to be her gain.
My heart is full of fight and bitter burn,
With choice none but to so desperately reach
Toward revenge; an understanding, she should learn.
Between my love and I, there shan’t be breach.
For now my frenzied fight continues on;
The jealousy of heart is ever strong.
Dave D Poet Rhumour
Wed 25th Feb 2015 03:34
Good strong thoughts within your lines. Jealousy is a powerful stimulus for writing and while it can become a drain upon the strength of love, turning it into a determination to protect your bonds and making them a better defence against the other woman is perhaps quite liberating... best wishes, Dave