Inamorata

I have a yearning to be his mistress
how twisted is this
I do not care if he belongs to another
need his body to make me shudder
I really don't mind
if only a fraction of his time
he spends on my desire
just this thought sets my skin on fire
I find comfort in the thought he has settled down
though I say settle with a frown
as this word that makes me quite sad
and yet at the same time glad
that he feels content, mediocrity with her
I'll always be the wildfire he needs and prefers
I will always remember the way we were
the pain I had to endure
of letting go, I wish it was just a big blur