Being the Other Woman

A Poem by PJLynn

I wasn't sure what type to put this in so I put it in poem. It is about what I feel would happen if I ever met my ex again.

Once you have fallen for someone it is impossible to not care about them. I thought that if I could distance myself from him it would be a simple case of out of sight out of mind. Even when we were hundreds of miles apart, my mind still had a place for him. This isn’t a simple intense feeling of deep romantic affection. I’m sure everyone feels like their love is different from any other, and it may be true, but all I know is that what I feel is more than “love”.

I guess that is how I ended up in this situation. In a bed that is not my own, in the place of someone who I don’t even know, and in the arms of a man who I wish I had never met. I couldn’t help but melt in his warmth. The mere thought of pushing him away stabbed my heart. I knew this was wrong, I knew it would hurt people and honestly I didn’t give a s**t. My feelings for him made me shellfish and I knew it, he brought out the worst in me. At the same time, my body doesn’t care about logic when I touch him. All I care about is how to keep him from letting go.

It amazes me how a simple hand shake can make you throughout everything so you don’t have to let go.