I am the other woman.
Not the one who's curled around your man
While you rest alone;
I'm never good enough for that.
I am the woman that he never brought home,
The woman who he left in the dust
In order to caress your skin and call you baby.
I am the woman he talks about with
Indifference
When you ask about me he just nods his head
Maybe he says I just wasn't right for him
Or maybe he lays all my habits out for you to
Scrutinize.
I am the woman who still competes with you daily,
Full of self-loathing and confusion
Wondering what you have that I don't,
Wondering what makes you the perfect woman
And me just a forgotten memory.
I am the woman who reads the adoring
Social media posts
Of your lover or spouse,
And wonders why they're not about me.
(They're never about me.)
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
I am the other woman.
Not the one who's curled around your man
While you rest alone;
I'm never good enough for that.
I am the woman that he never brought home,
The woman who he left in the dust
In order to caress your skin and call you baby.
I am the woman he talks about with
Indifference
When you ask about me he just nods his head
Maybe he says I just wasn't right for him
Or maybe he lays all my habits out for you to
Scrutinize.
I am the woman who still competes with you daily,
Full of self-loathing and confusion
Wondering what you have that I don't,
Wondering what makes you the perfect woman
And me just a forgotten memory.
I am the woman who reads the adoring
Social media posts
Of your lover or spouse,
And wonders why they're not about me.
(They're never about me.)