To those who felt at fault from broken loves, to my parents and to those wild oats that we're sewn but never properly harvested:

Where is faith that belongs to only one?
And monogamy becomes just a word
Does beauty reap the benefits of something false?
Or does it suffer eternally in the arms of the false

To treat someone so bitterly
And in return taste the sweetness of faith
Because to realize the situation entirely
Will tongues sharpened to a fine point still will taste nothing

What abomination is this that sickness becomes acknowledgingly worse
To have evil's hand rise inside you as you melt completely.

However, when in turn to re evaluate, 
Reasons for infidelity isn't driven by lust
It's driven by deceit
Not by the one to demonize
But the one who demonizes in the first place