The Real Lover

His hands that no longer want to roam and discover
My body anymore do not have any problems touching
Hers. When he lays awake at night he thinks of his lover
And not me. All of the times he thinks of her clutching
 
The sheets and his back while I am far from his mind.
The scratches and scars he says are from the gym, not
From the times her nails dug into his skin that remind
Him of the times he made her cum. I am a blood clot
 
Because you never wanted me. When I smile all you can
Think of is hers. When I laugh you can just hear hers
In your head. Darling, it was not fate when you began
Thinking of a good life with her, but she is not yours
 
In real life. She is perfection to you while I will just
Come to realize I will be second best. You always
Think of some other girl who is not me. It took trust,
But you want to throw it away for her. She will amaze
 
You every single day while I am someone too boring
And vanilla. She is just the right amount of spice
And sugar that you need. The rain pouring
With questions and wondering why my price
 
Is cheap to you. Why do you want her over me?  
You cannot breathe without her and yet you
Say that I am your life. I think she holds the key
To your heart while I am someone to just screw.