the other woman

Sometimes I think about
the woman you dated
while we were separated

Lorrie
short for Laura?
Lauren? Loretta?
I didn't ask

I think about how you
couldn't love her
how when I wanted back in
you left her heart in pieces
in the dirt

I think about her bleach blonde hair
short curvy frame
I think about her kindness
showering you in love
and gifts
though you said she talked too much
you could rarely get a word
into the conversation

I think about how you gave her
all the words she wanted to hear
yet still had to pop Viagra just to fuck her
your dick unable to get it up
for anyone else after I left

I think about her broken heart
and your conviction that I'm the right choice
for you

And sometimes I wonder if you were wrong
to take me back
two fucked up loves
doesn't make a right

Maybe she could make you happy
maybe she could be everything I'm not
or maybe we deserve this misery
that nearly made you a cheater
when I told you I couldn't let go
of what we used to be

I think about all the ways we're right
I think about all the ways we're wrong

I think I don't know anything at all


-Eve-