Look at the way she falls on the floor
Weeping, crying, begging to stay.
He look down at her with cool calculation,
thinking she was nothing but a frustration.
But how he loved the fire in her eyes,
when he gripped her hips and watched her ride.
But thoughts of that time were no longer needed,
cause in the end she had cheated.
She tore his heart into little shreads,
and in the end he felt so dead.
Now as shes crying on the floor,
he's glad she won't be around anymore.
So he can start his life,
and find a woman to call his wife.

Carissa McBride

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cheater-7/