Revenge

I can’t believe he did that,
and I thought she would care.
I tried to tell her,
but all she did was stare.

Oh, why do I bother?
Why do I try?
Because in the end,
I only cry.

The love in my heart,
cannot withstand the pain,
of this other boy,
continuing his hurtful game.

I punch the tall fence,
with my scarred hand.
And it certainly, definitely,
felt harder than sand.

My hand cracked and bled,
yet I could no longer feel.
But everyone tells me,
That it will someday heal.

Only physical wounds heal,
emotional ones do not.
And the only thing it does,
Is tie my stomach in a knot.

She is being cheated on,
But no, she doesn’t care.
Because she’d rather be in denial,
Than be alone or scared.

A two-timer, a sneak,
a sly man who bedeviled,
stole her away from me,
and left her disheveled

Shifting my car into gear,
I drove into the rainy night.
I would try to stop him,
with all of my might.