The Other Woman

He peeks into my soul through the windows of my eyes. As he stares i know i am in love and so is he. Such are the things i tell myself when i see him with her. She is not me by a long shot, but what she is i am not. You see that is his world. The foundation he has set over his heart and built a home. I have seen her ghost...........pictures in his wallet and the lunch she packs for him. I have felt her presence.......when im riding in the car that she has her seat adjusted in. I am not allowed to touch it because he wants the reminders of her to hurt me and keep me in my place. I torture myself when he makes love to me...........whispering sweet endearments in my ear....."I'm gonna leave her soon, be patient love!" I know it is a lie yet i hold it close to my heart as his name escapes my mouth. So you see your honor i had a right to key his car, flat his tires and smash his head lights! He lied to use BOTH!! He told us he loved us! So yes i plead guilty to my crime: I am the other woman!