Sameness

I was the other woman. I didn't feel like it. I tried to make sense of it, tried to pinpoint how a Woman With Morals could become one who didn't care. He says we're meant for each other, can't forget each other because I was first, always. He says he's always loved me and always will.Others have. Lied that way. "Don't need anything else when I'm with you"... that other one, he called me bitter. Bitter, or bruised? And now I'm out to bitterly bruise someone else? He has a girlfriend yet I stay, for the way he fits into my arms, for the ease of talking to him. That other, he smites it with one side of his mouth and encourages it with the other. Two faced bastard. Just like me, two faced and bastardly. Love or leave him? When the choice is to leave him and love him. Selfish really.
That other, he's the reason. He took himself out of the picture, took peace of mind with him. And still he cuts, bitterly. Back I bounced, and here I land. On triangular ground. She loves him loves me loves him. We've got the odds, the majority. Win.