Shereena

What did you do my love,    
I overheard him talking about fucking you in a pub,  
And I knew for months and months , I kept calm as my love was pure, my heart to brain told,    
And I still proposed,    
You messaged him straight away,    
Ran me close to my grave,    
As I wanted you to admit,    
I wanted you the clean girl not of sin,    
Not to the Quran you're born,    
Or Bible me,    
I was showing you since you asked,    
What a man should be.    
   
I showed you the world in this knowledge,    
All the stars,    
You loved Coldplay and we saw,    
Also Thome Yorke and Bjork,    
And you didn't stop with him,    
Your lies consumed you,    
Whilst wearing me thin,    
More so helping me drink.    
   
So I title this poem for you,    
The first time since 1991 I've titled the same for two,    
Oh how we changed and I'm blocked for my shit,    
But that is because your humanity weakened, 
When you're soul left.

So a man cheats on his partner to fuck you behind our backs, like a 15 year old kiss when you're stoned and taken,
but this was you before and after the engagement.

You asked me what a man is and yet again another lesson I taught well,
Like drugs, sex, opinion, empathy,
In our time, time didn't tell.


But I taught and yes I didn't stop with drink,
But if you ever read this, catch yourself on, have a think.  

A woman remains to me pure and love, and although this is my first heart disappointment, it's made me gooier not tough,

So  my line of hate, perhaps I do, or don't deserve one,
You're a sociopath you fuck.
   
I never knew you, and loved too much,    
But here we are,
I still wish you good luck.