The "I Can Love You Better" Complex
I am the other woman
I pleasure your girlfriends
And I flatter your wives
I am she who keeps her "working" until late at night
I slip through corridors
To see her
Using time
To my advantage
I build companionships
With my bare hands
With her
I tell her what she wants to hear
Whisper it slowly, but surely in her ear
Lather her with the attention
You’re too tired to give
I listen
And love
And appreciate
I am all that you are not
All that you are too stubborn to be
For her
I admire
I admire in ways that are beyond your wildest imaginations
I let her be who she is
No strings
Only ribbons
wrapped around her
like the gift you forgot to say ‘thank you’ for
but see,
I thank the world for her every day
Because if it weren’t for her existence
Who could I possibly love better
And how would I manage to be?
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