betrayed

Palms are sweating,  my brain is vetting, good thoughts from the bad.

All this tortured uncertainty, makes me feel so sad.

Your other love, she wants me out, she wants to return to what you both once had.

She sees me as the interloper,  the scheming little cad.

You once said I was your happiness. But, now I just see hopelessness, like I was some passing little fad.

I hope you both will be very happy, your use of me, makes you glad.

I will go away now, licking my wounds,  whilst my heart and mind, go mad.