The Other Woman

A confession

There is a fine line we tow

A thin line we walk

The line that extends

From your house to mine

That evervescent line that pulls

We've lost that line

Your home is hers not yours

And the only thing that extends

Is that putrid sickness in my stomache

That I have wrecked two lives

That you are hurting ever more

That she is shattered ever more

Because I, I could not stand to let it alone

I could not love and lose

Without you losing too

I am a guiltless thing

I love nothing, am nothing

And can be nothing

 

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Ohg I like this Is this the other woman syndrome?

[Saturn's Lover]

Wow, so beautifully written. I love the ending. What a great job expressing your emotions.

[Onatah]

ouchy. Heartache always makes us feel inadequate.

[Impulse]

Very emotional piece. It's good to get these feelings out through words. If you ever need to talk hit me up. I'm a good listener. Nice work =]