the other woman
she doesn’t listen
she doesn’t care
she likes the attention the stares
she’ll take lies over facts and compare herself to the last
maybe change her hair and freckle placement to be like another woman
Her body is used for pleasure, mutilated yet scrawny
Like she chooses thoughts for food
She’ll always crave the attention you have someone else
Curious about how you were before she’ll dig and the same problems will arise
Then you’ll realize
No one can replace her
But now you’ve settled
For less and more in the wrong areas
You’re left in a puddle of sorrow and regret
Reminiscing about 7 summers ago