Your other woman is a bitch
whose stench permeates your soul
and oozes out your every pore.

You’ve chosen her over me
for so long now
I feel as though we are all one,
broken, dysfunctional unit.

You’re easily swayed by her guiles.
It doesn’t take much convincing
to give in to her.
You transform in her presence,
weak, soft, insecure.
She steals all the goodness
and leaves crumbs for me.

Your other woman directs your tongue.
Slurring words cut deep,
chipping away at my heart
but strengthening my hate.

Teetering on hope,
I pray she’ll disappear,
but uncover traces of her hiding
around the house.
Lingering.

Lies upon lies,
a staircase building
to nothingness.

My head screams to flee,
but my soul is committed
to stay and endure night after night,
alone.

Your other woman is relentless.
Her assault is slowly killing you.
And me.