To the girl he will cheat on me with,
Forgive me for my naivety, for loving him even though he will not deserve it
for trusting him to go out alone, go home alone,
and for being the reason he leaves you before you wake.
I am so sorry.
You, must be so pretty.

You must know that that is never a good excuse.

That night,
You will have captured his attention while dancing beneath twinkling lights
that catch the gold and silver in your hair just right.

In ten minutes,  
He will have asked if he can by you a drink, so that he can watch your red lips move in conversation.

In two hours he will have had you in some quiet place,
He will have enveloped his senses in your feel, your taste, your smell.
He will have told you as if on cue that you, are so good at being pretty.
And witty. And bright. And he will kiss you for it.

He will not know that your "pretty" tonight was not completely meant for him,
It was, just-in-case.

You will wake up tangled in cool sheets, and understand.
Be glad you took the precaution before ******* my lover,
Comprehend that he will never have been worth our time.

Still, for giving him the time,
for giving him this opportunity to tear out my heart and crush it in his fingers,
I thank you in advance.

You, are so good at being pretty.

Your lipstick will stain the collar of his shirt.
The glitter in your hair will stick to his skin.
He will reek of a perfume I have never worn
And I will know.

So, thank you
for making yourself so pretty that night,
just in case he had a girl back home.