Behind The Six Doors

I open the first door and see
Their bodies in rhythm, together as one
His lips glued to hers,
And the lust burning in his eyes.

I open the second door and hear
The pounding of his fists on my locked door
Begging me for forgiveness
His desperate crying plea
While my tears hit the floor with a silent thud!

I open the third door and taste
The salty sweet liquid pour out from my tear ducts
Down my warm, wet cheeks
Realizing what we had wasn't real

I open the fourth door and feel
The slick, smooth capsules slide down my throat
With underestimated intentions
Before anyone can stop me

I open the fifth door and smell
His expensive cologne as he lifts me effortlessly
Into his arms whispering empty apologies
Spilling irrefutable regrets

I open the last door and sense
The abscence of my mind and body
Left lifeless in his grieving embrace
Believing it was better this way