Your jealousy of the man

Is overshadowed only

By your ostentatiousness

One would speculate by looking at you

That you had gone on with your life.

But actions speak louder than words

It would, upon second glance, appear

That you are still living as if the two of you were one

You are of the belief that the man owes you something

That he is still yours to dominate

You have not let go, and one would be convinced

That you very probably never will

To go on with your life would require you to let go,

Bow out as it were.

But to be a part of the mans life

You would stop at nothing to cling to him

And you must always make sure to inflict pain

It is as ingrained in you

As taking a drink of water when you are thirsty

When will you stop and realize,

That even though you still cling to him,

He has let you go?

He has moved on with his life

But have no fear for your actions

Will no doubt end what he has tried hard to begin

There is no room for two wives

Perhaps the first should compromise

And cling now to the one 

You ruined your marriage for in the first place.