Second To One

You’re second best
Silver medal
How could you settle?
How could you meddle?
With such a happy couple
Comfortable with interrupting their supper
His late night meetings
Excuses for her wonder
You partially own the evenings
Wake up alone to suffer
Possess nothing in the mornings
Other, than long-filled days of mourning plunder
All the while knowing
You will never possess his heart wholly
Repercussions of Manipulating the holy
Sanctity of their marriage but you’re selfish
Emotions are uncontrolled
So you take the backseat to his life as he cheats
His wife may know something but you risk it because your attention seeks
Undoubtedly
But doubt this one thing
When he says he will leave
Because the continuation of this “fling”
Has gone on for over a year yet there's a consistent lack in him committing
You are the problem behind their marriage breaking
And their baby carriage is pushed by two hands instead of four
The time adored, you long for more
So you compromise lunch breaks to turn knobs on new hotel doors
Pay the stays, left ignored
One day you checked his phone
His other half is at home
She sent a text saying it was the best sex they had right before he embarked himself in her presence
She knew she basked in her residue and scent
Completely stripped of self respect
I will never again risk my worth for a married man


From an outsider looking in...I took the perspective of a mistress in distress. I was sitting one day and just thought about scenarios I haven't written about involving situations I have never been in. More like a challenge posed to myself to see if I can write an out of body experience and have it be realistic enough to relate. Hope you enjoyed it.