His Eyes

His Eyes
His eyes look at other women
In the street
In magazines
In photos
He doesn’t see that I see
Or he doesn’t care

His mouth says to other women
‘My Love’
‘My Dear’
‘My Heart’

Said and done in front of me
Without a single regret
And the pain
In inflicts in me
Like a knife
And the blood pours out
And the cut stings because
The tears keep flowing internally
They are kept inside

He doesn’t see this as an issue
When I point it out
The activity doesn’t mean a thing
He’s with me
Not sure why that excuse should suffice but
I don’t expect a change
From him
But there will be a change from me