The Other Girl

I never wanted this for myself, but it's happening yet again. My love, you were trouble from the start but who doesn't like mischief? I'm writing this as I'm texting you. I'm a fraud and that you should know. Unlike you I'm telling the whole truth not just what I think you should know. I hold it together but the bind is breaking. I say it's fine but that means why can't you be mine? My emotions are all over the place just like your mind. Torn between two, the one who hurt you and the one you are hurting. It's almost comical. I can't even name a single thing I like about you, I can name multiple. Too many in fact, I'm not even sure if they are true. Do I really even like you... or is it the idea? The idea that you are my perfect person.

We can vibe all night, then I cry all night when you go home to her. The one who brought you extreme pain, but I have you acting differently and you smile for a change. Change we all need it. I can't advocate for myself because you should see, see just how much I'm willing to give, or I guess how much I'm willing to take before I call it quits and give my heart a break. I said I wouldn't do this, fall for temporary fulfillment. The little things throw me over the moon but you're not even there to catch me. The mitt fits, but you're too scared, scared to fall or to fail. Baby we mustn't fear what we cannot change. We're all hurting. Instead of minimizing the damage you're adding to it because it wouldn't be your job to clean up the pieces. Indulge in a world that seems out of the ordinary. Love you before her, before me, and all else in between. At the end of this I wonder if you'll still be torn inbetween.

-LP