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!
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