To “Her”

I laid my eyes on you
At the weakest moment of my life
You the mistress
And I the wife.
You sat on my couch
As he crumbled my heart
And watched him burn my life apart.
You made no expression
No confession of guilt
And for some reason
No strike against you
Was I able to wield.
I remember looking at you
And your curly brown hair,
And thinking to myself
“God this isn’t fair”
Because I was you once,
The girl he held dear.
I was thin and beautiful
And I had no fear.
Except that one day he’d replace me
Like all the others before.
And that day had come,
When you crossed
The threshold of my door.


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