About this poem:

I wrote this a couple of days ago before I found out the truth, dating sites are a blessing and a curse, whilst dating I remain true to the one woman during the relationship no matter how long or brief even during those moments when things are not going quite right I still remain faithful yet others seem to think its quite all right to continue seeing others, they tell you of how much they love you yet can quite easily pop off and see another man the next day, twice now this has happened and each time I have caught out the lies and got to the truth...sadly the hardest thing of all is just how much I care, they have issues, they have baggage..so do I just say better luck next time baby?