She is stuck on stupid, He got her twisted.

Alone, paranoid, confused.

Conflicted, suspicious, insecure…

blowing up his cell the whole day

Surprise visits at his office

Playing the role of a caring wife at night

and a detective at the first crow…

She no longer recognizes the smell of

his fresh cologne, since she adjusted

her sense of smell to take up the role

of a sniffer dog-

Sniffing on his clothes, checking his

car – checking his phone for suspicious

calls and texts…

an unnecessary scrutiny as he breaks to

speak – a truth spoken but appreciated

with quick glances, long stares indicating

disbelief and signs, mutters now a routine..

He cheated once, a trust broken twice

Now a bouquet of suspicion as he walks

through the door, a feast of assumptions

at the dinner table…

He can’t excuse himself to answer private

phone calls anymore or have friends coming

over at home to check on him.

His male friends are accomplices to a crime

His female friends are all guilty…

Everyone is guilty in her jurisdiction –

He has to check in more than twice during

the day…

Constant love reassurances and questions

on trust and loyalty resonating like an annoying

broken record-

Pleading guilty to a crime he committed once

Buying time and favors to rekindle trust,

Living the life of a fugitive in his country,

Living the life of a thief in his own house.

Stuck on stupid,

Suspicion replaced trust. She doesn’t believe

anything he says anymore…

Once she believed and trusted him,

She was stuck on stupid for a man

She thought was faithful,

Refusing to recognize the signs-

Playing house to lies…

still stuck on stupid, insecure this time.

She is twisted,

Turning all his truth against him

Misinterpreting words said,

Misunderstanding his actions and intentions…

Once he got her twisted,

Turning her concerns to doubts,

Stringing her into arguments

Lie after lie-

He still got her twisted –

acting psychotic and needy.

Failure to recognize truth

Inability to move past the pain

And forgive –

Still paranoid..

Stuck on stupid, he got her twisted.

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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