Wicked Mind Poem by Poetry Falcon

My heart aches right now
Terrible pain
I'm not sure why I'm surprised
We were nothing after all

Nonetheless I trusted you with all I had
You had a key to my house
A hold on my heart
That pesky little card

I did so much for you
I cooked for you, I read for you,
I helped you through
I did you good

But that wasn't enough
No one ever knows quite what do with my love

And as I lay there wondering your whereabouts
Waiting for you to come thru
The thought occurred to me
That pesky little card

So I did what any other woman would do
I made a most pleasant call
Hiding my wicked mind
Cultivated by a broken heart

And yes it was true
Everything you said you would not do
My home and my image of you
Will forever be tarnished

That pesky little card
And that little Plan B
There was that disconnect
I sensed the morning after.