Gold digger.

This poem came about after discovering that I was living with a golddigger instead of the woman I thought was the opposite.                                                       
             Golddigger
I thought it was love at very first sight, and then it dawned on me after receiving her text last night.

I thought she was the one I would be with forever, but after speaking to her, I now know that it's never.

She wanted the money that I couldn't give, so now she's moved out and found somewhere else to live.

She's taken all her clothes and our savings too; the dog sat there staring; what shall we do? 

We'll take the positives out of the negative and leave the past behind, and try and find someone else to love, who is trustworthy and kind.