Victim of Infidelity

I'm the victim of Infidelity.
Even if she says it isn't true.
It's finally time to let go.
Time to start anew.

Destined yet doomed.
From the very beginning.
Too undiscerning to know.
That she would end up winning.

I lost the battle, and the war.
But it was worth it none the less.
A prudently vulnerable man.
Caught in beauties transgress.

Even though I still love her.
My feelings could never be the same.
She left me with absolutely nothing.
Only my failure and shame.

If I could take it back I would.
I would never have ended it that day.
Then it would have never led to her and him.
And to our relationships decay.

But life does not forgive.
Nor count the wishful repetition.
Theres only what you do.
Only ambition.

I know that she'll read this.
Who knows what will go through her head.
But by the time she reaches this poem.
Our love will already be dead.

So I bid her farewell.
In this life we both planned to live.
I loved her every day.
But now I have no love to give...

(c) 2006 JP