Not Sorry

The other woman

I'm not sure if I'm in love with you

Or if you love me.

But I'm not sorry for what I've done.

I love you anyway

For what you are.

And you love being with me

And I'm not sorry for touching you.

When we're apart they make you cry

But I'm not sorry for making you

Smile in my arms.

Your heartbeat is kissing my cheek

And she is holding your babies and crying

And I am trying to find balance

Between love and hate.

But there is always a price to pay

And I am not sorry.