Ultimate Deception

The Ultimate Deception    
(This was written for the A poem that heals your wounds comp)    
   
He didnt know...    
that I already knew    
before he even answered me...    
but I ...just let his deception    
flow over me like scaulding water    
Feeling as though my pores would explode    
with the strain....    
of trying to remain....    
calm.    
Then...days past...    
with him humming and singing    
and buying new bedsheets    
and me...feeding our children    
and cleaning up the mess    
he  always seemed to leave behind...    
All the while knowing... I could never clean up    
the mess he  left in my mind.    
Seething...like an open wound    
while I watched him make plans to rendezvous    
with her...while he was still under my roof    
This scene was living proof that there    
most certaintly was a God...because he was the only    
thing keeping me...from killing him....    
At that time    
He even kissed me on my cheek before I went out    
with my so called girlfriends....    
He  put the children to bed...and told me    
He  was gonna catch up on some much needed rest.    
As she laughed...I saw him squeeze her ass before    
I even walked out the door.    
All the while I feel as though I have swallowed    
The whole state of Texas .....tumbleweeds and all    
as I try to smile back at him before we left... I     
Wanted to snatch that narrow minded wided hipped bitch    
from the steering wheel while she laughed and joked    
with me knowing....in just a few hours...    
she would find some exscuse to slip away...    
and go to MY HOME    
and fuck MY HUSBAND....    
As time past ...and we danced...    
Like clockwork she suddenly didnt feel so well    
and decided to Leave me and the other ladies behind...    
By this time I was clearly outside my right mind    
and the pain I felt simply can not be defined...    
But I made my way to a cab about 20 minutes later anyway    
I had the driver pull up to the side of the house instead of the front....    
As my stomache did flipps inside itself allowing my stomache acid to sit in places it shouldnt...    
I crept pensively to my OWN DOOR....    
as if I was The criminal...    
as if I was the thief....    
Turning My lock that I had earlier greased    
slowly tipping up MY OWN staircase...    
and kicking in MY OWN bedroom door....    
To find him writhing and moaning    
and thrusting into this ....    
Ex best friend of mine...    
This ....was the moment that defined my    
reality...My Husband....Was Fucking    
My ex best friend...doggy style no less    
and as My mind tried desperately to find    
SOMETHING to hold on too all I could scream    
was one word....Why    
It was as if The Matrix came to life    
and Morpheus was reminding me that the matrix    
wasnt real...but you could still die in it if you believed...    
So I wondered as I took the beer bottle in my hand    
I wondered .... If you would bleed...    
When I smacked him  up beside his head...    
He ....almost made it impossible for me to breathe    
ever again...    
But because of him..    
I learned a valuable lesson  or two    
1)Never give your heart Away...just share it with someone    
that way if they try to break it ..you can always take back.    
2)When your man starts buyings bed sheets....watch his ass!    
   
   
   
   
If some one shows you who they are....believe them