You divide your time between two women and act like you're not hurting anyone but I know that you are hurting me and I imagine that it hurts her when you don't come home two nights in a row and although you won't admit it you are hurting yourself in the end yet I still quiver when you touch me and I believe your flimsy lies just like she does and I act like your damn puppet eager to hold you in my arms and feel you deep inside me again and you know that you can get away with it because I let you play with my emotions as well as my body. I am the woman in the affair - not a bad person, but a foolish girl in love. I am the other woman - Every woman's worst nightmare, yet a fragile being at heart. I am your lover on the side - The cause of the lipstick and perfume lies you tell. I am your dark, mysterious mistress - The secret encounter; the whispered words of passion. I am the woman in the affair - slowly killing all three of us inside...
Reason for writing:
I realized, for the first time since this whole stupid thing started, that *I* am not the one in control. And now I don't know if I ever really was...
Anyone else been in this position? Let's chat. E-mail me.
Birth sign: Aries
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