The Other Woman...

Once upon a time,
I was the other woman.
I thought that I was his,
& he was really mine.

He would look into my eyes,‘
I can’t imagine life without you’.
And in that moment I believed it,

He would hold me in his arms,
‘You complete me,
I never wanna lose you’.
And I knew I felt it too.

I lived a lie,
Thinking I was living the dream.
He was mine for random moments,
Whilst I was his completely.

Waking up from that dream,
I felt used, cheated & betrayed.
I couldn’t believe that ‘I’
Had been the other woman.

Every kiss we’d shared had been a lie,
Every ‘I love you’ he said, had been a lie.
Our every single memory,
had only been a lie.

Once upon a time,
I was the other woman.

But as I often say:
The world has two types of people.
The judgers and the judged.

I no longer sit with the judgers,
Coz now I am the judged.

They say the road to hell,
Is paved with good intentions.
It’s not okay to have meant well,
When lives were torn apart,

It’s not pity that I’m looking for,
Or even some absolution,
This is just a little reminder,
There’s two sides to every story,

And in this case, my begins with…

Once upon a time,
I was the other woman.