Cheater

This poem is not about what is written, but what is not written. You can clearly see how much I used to love you. But now, now I don't even want to remember your name! Was it Scott? or was it Tod? I had my dress all picked out for your amusement, but I guess I'll just let the leaves hit the dirty floor. At least you have that in common you filthy cheater! I'll never forgive you! If I could, I'd make your life hotter than hell and as wild as the open seas! I'll stand here and wait for someone to find me or at least before I jump off the edge. Your face is my hate, your successes are my failures, your highs are my lows. Why? Why would you cheat on me? John Monteblanco The Unwritten 7/3/11