poetry

He Just Wanted To Win..

b6dce1821a7d9b2e74cb0205203d10b1I was always up against choices
as the voices–

would slightly narrow them down..

I assume in making slimmer my chances in picking the wrong clown.

He tried on my loyalty. Slithering in for an audience that didn’t care.
But he had to win them over with words that never matched his stare.

For he just wanted to win..
never mind that I wasn’t searching ..
could of remained friends, but he thought my heart would keep on splurging…

And his jealously began to look at the line of competition and it made him amp himself up ..
when he should have moved on or taken notes and allowed me to go on & intoxicate this loving nature to someone else’s cup.

He stretched out my loyalty..
played a game with my trust..
when it all could have ended in a one night when my lust equally —
surrendered without a fuss.

He never matched me
as my sexual appetite ate his,
& when he noticed its insatible level
he had to make sure no one else-
knew where it lived.

He spoke of all his broken promises.
as I let his apologies off the hook..
once again–

But in reality it was all clear–
he just wanted to Win.

I saw it now after making him my decision
as the passersby, his old competitors warned me it wasn’t love
but a different Stab or form of incision.

He relied on my honesty & Oh how we laughed at them
as he continued on with his betrayal..
hurting now: not only- my pride,
esteem and heart
as decades portrayed–
I had failed.

He stepped on my loyalty when he pulled out my heart, yanked harder on it’s strings with the same lies that trapped me in part.

As every year he became a little meaner, alot clingier– as the choices scattered died off or died..he no longer cared enough to lie.

He was simply in it to win it..as he laughed..I simply cried.

He tried on my loyalty. Slithering in for an audience that didn’t care.
But he had to win them over with words that never matched his stare.

For he just wanted to win..
never mind that I wasn’t searching ..
could of remained friends but he knew my heart would continue on splurging.

By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
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