no, in fact, never

lust is the tragic fall for the femme fatale,

the eventual betrayal in the second act

a catalyst for the third act: lust’s downfall

lust is arrogant - he thinks can’t get caught

but guilt is a knife held at the throat of love’s enemy

scared silent, possessing nothing but a dirty secret

his promises turn out to be false, he chose infidelity

the twist is: he was always a hypocrite

lust, the double agent, wins the battle not the war

lust doesn’t hold on, it’s a fleeting feeling

the amateur action hero is naive to trust her

instead of me, he chose cheating

for both him and me, lust is a lose-lose

he made our story a tragedy

she takes him into the abyss, too

not before she strips him of dignity

the way he deserves

lust has a natural allure, a beauty she cannot control

he was the one who wronged me, not her

in his forbidden fantasy, she’s just playing her role

this “other woman” will not bear the burden of his faulty judgment

his breaking of promises, his childish actions

for her, I hold no resentment

she is a woman like me, and there is justice for neither of us

but this is not the end of life

he’ll get his karma and I’ll get mine

I have to believe that

God beats the devil every time