Our Love

Wow, I really enjoyed this piece. It has a vengeful spirit that is somewhat unique. I have seen this scenario, a lover finding their love in bed with another and then seeking revenge, but not yet in poetry, or in any that I recall at the moment.

The beginning is of the woman waiting to board her plane/boat, recalling the memories of the lies he spoke, promising her that he wasn't cheating and that he loved her, only her. She had been fooled once but as the rest of the poem clearly states, she will not be fooled twice. She finds him in the bed with someone who she considered her friend and that was it, she snapped. He underestimated her and before he knew it, she had shot him..all with a dark smile plastered upon her face.

She is on the run, hence the waiting for her suitcases to load. She recalls these memories but now they have a completely different taste in her mouth, they feel sour because they were not genuine, it was not true love.

Well done!

I love reading free verse and always envy an achieved flow such as demonstrated in this this novel poem

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