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Another woman

There is another woman living
In the friction
Between your hips and my thighs

Do you think I haven’t seen
The memory of her
Swimming in the moisture of your eyes?

Do you think I haven’t noticed
The sadness
In the lines around your smile?

Do you think I haven’t realised
You’re somewhere else all the while?

Do you think I haven’t measured
The distance between
What you say and what you mean?

You’re not the first to show up here
With a broken dream
Slung over your shoulder
Heavy with things you never told her

How you’re wishing you could hold her
As we’re lying on my bed
I can hear her broken promises
Resounding in your head

I’m tired of being a consolation prize
I’m tired of soothing away silent cries
I’m tired of picking up the pieces
And wasting all my kisses
Wondering why no one misses
….me.

Should I just accept the fact
That she’ll probably want you back
Once she remembers all the things
That are making me fall in love with you?

Published inPoetry

5 Comments

  1. Theresa Theresa

    When I read this I thought, I know that feel, bro.
    But the one I fell in love with was just another hoe.

    While he was traveling, he said I was the one he missed.
    That failed to soften the blow of knowing there was another girl he had kissed.

    I doubt I was ever the one for him, or him the one for me.
    But sometimes I still picture what him and I could be.
    If he hadn’t been missing some other girl, and had truly been missing me.

  2. Jess Jess

    I started crying when I got to the second stanza.
    When I first started dating my current boyfriend, his ex had only broken up with him about a month and a half before and I was so scared that she would start missing him before he was over her.
    I mean, things are fine now. But the memory still hurts.

    • Ilva Pieterse Ilva Pieterse

      I am glad things are fine for you, Jess. Treasure the love and don’t let the memory hurt you too much. And if does, write about it – that always helps for me :)

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  4. jatinder jatinder

    very vivid !!! nice…..:)

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