Knock, Knock

Who’s there?

Deception.

Deception has come for thee to hit you with the realities of your life,

Of the man you share your bed with, the man you took on as your husband,

Deception has come to open your eyes to the lies that he sold to you,

Fed into your brain and brainwashed you,

‘’I love you dear,’’ is far from what it really means,

‘’I love you dear,’’ was his armour, his hug his silent laughter

At your easy acceptance of his poison.

Deception is the flicker in his eyes when you demand the truth

Deception is the smile he plants upon his face thinking it’ll have the same effect on you

Deception is his arms as they wrap themselves around you

Like a snake, his hold getting tighter and tighter,

Deception is he, the adulterer.

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Knock, Knock,

Who’s there?

Promiscuity,

Promiscuity has come for thee

‘’Open the door,’’ it screams

But you edge away from the door,

Turning the lights off in every room, closing every window, closing every door,

Trapping yourself away from the harshness of this reality,

Promiscuity has no patience you see

So it slips in through the cracks between every door and floor until it finds you,

Promiscuity has come for thee and does not intend to leave.

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Knock, Knock,

Who’s there?

It is he

The he that has knocked the air out of thee

He who has taken love for granted

Overloaded on his excuses: ‘’I’m working late my dear,’’

But instead comes home with the lipstick of another woman sat upon his collar

It is he who has blinded you with his promiscuity

The one who exchanged those vows and took on those promises

‘’Till death do us part,’’ and that is one certainty,

For the fire raging in your eyes is for everyone to see (this man has to die).

It is he who says he loves thee

But the words have no meaning

For his right hand man, deception, has turned him in

And his commander, promiscuity, has exposed him

It is he, standing there with all his actions laid out for all to see

It is he, the adulterer.

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Knock, Knock,

Who’s there?

Your heart,

‘’I have come back to thee,’’ it says

Weak in its form, barely holding on,

It is your heart but it’s barely recognisable

It is your heart, standing on crutches

Returned back to you, by the man who stole it, gave it to another and did everything he could to break it.

It is your heart, the one you gave all control to, the one that replaced your mind,

Because love has that effect on everyone you see, we see nothing but the other,

We feel nothing but the endless love we gave to the other,

The only time we begin to use our minds again

Is when the truth is knocking on our door, knocking us off our feet again,

Your heart, the one that felt, the one that gave and the one that has had to be mended over and over again,

Your heart, broken into pieces never to be replaced or mended again

Your heart, telling you to grasp acceptance, to let go of the adulterer and all his friends,

To close the door behind them and start all over again.

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Knock, Knock,

Who’s there?

Emptiness.