By Aadithyaa
I sit at home, writing my own rhymes
I know when you are out, you commit your own crimes
I understand these are changing times
Where you sleep with men, you really despise
You come back home, sit with a smile
I ask ‘how’s my love’, since it’s been a while
I don’t wish to submit the mistakes, so I let them pile
Because when I made these, you let it slide
But, how do we preach commitment to others?
Sleep in a bed, separated by the covers
I know this isn’t college, we aren’t still lovers
A marriage hanging by a thread, but it still hovers
Mistakes, jealousy, now part of my being
Lust and intimacy rolled into me
I strike out my sins, searching for the fiend
A stare into her red eyes, and I see it in front of me
I grab the dagger below the table, you gifted
I tried pulling but you held the other, for my actions lusted
I bled holding tight, the edge rusted
With my eyes wide shut, as you shot my filthy heart busted
