Woman Scorned

When we both said “I do”
I thought “Till death do us part”
But the real truth
Is Love has not been in his heart

He lies
He deceives
He leaves me out
He neglects
He abuses
He pushes me away
Where is the Love you say?

He does not bother with my birthday
Nor our anniversary,
Not even Christmas Day
Was it only last year he sent me flowers
Gave me a card, a present
A kiss…?

Now I find out he is going on a company trip
I have not been invited, not asked
One quote comes to mind, my lips

“Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned
Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned!” **

Be cautious, Beware
Do not your back be turned
Your feelings nor your money will I spare
I am the woman you have scorned

** “The Mourning Bride” (1697) by William Congreve.

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This poem struck me in how it was able to truly display the vigorous emotion of the scorn. I really have little criticism, this poem was a joy to read and I'm looking forward to see what else you have.