She is not the “other girl.”
Though you were mine and I was yours, she is not the other girl.
Though you danced to the same song with me first, she is not the other girl.
Though your lips touched mine first, she is not the other girl.
I am the other girl because while your hands were on her, the thought of me passed too briefly through your mind.
I am the other girl because you used her lips to kiss the thought of me away.
I am the other girl because it took one drink to forget that I was home waiting for you.
I am the other girl because you had two choices that night.
I am the other girl because you chose her.













