the other woman
the other people run circles around you as i cuck for you
as the other woman i clap as you win over me
i cry after you touch me
i cry after you choose her over me
i cry when you speak my name
i don’t do that anymore-
i may be yours but so are they
i beg you not to leave me while ignoring you
i know you said that for me
i only exist in glances in front of others
i matter but not enough for consistency or consideration
i matter late at night but not when they’re around?
i am sorry that i am not gentle enough
i am sorry i don’t have straight hair
i am sorry i’m not more lady like
sorry i am the other woman
do you miss me like i missed you?
did you really ever have love for me?
i cling to every word you speak
i am sorry that i am that easy to brush off
i am sorry i drink to cope with your absence
i still fantasize about you choosing me
i fantasize about you holding me
i miss your hands on my lonely body
their soft exterior with subtle calluses
i am sorry i lost myself in you
i am sorry i still imagine you over me
i am sorry i allowed myself to be treated like that by you
because i am the other woman
i know you can’t love her more than me
-jam
(image is from Pinterest—from black swan—)