it's not the other woman's fault.
doesn't hate her.
doesn't blame her.
she knows
she cannot change him.
need not change him.
should wait for one
she doesn't feel the need
to change.
she doesn't search for sexiness
in near nakedness
or sultry sensuality
in shoes.
a confident woman would have looked you in the eye
and laughed
and said
"i don't want you if you don't want
only me".
But I cried into your arms
as my knees buckled beneath me.
I shook with self loathing
and resigned to the fact
that i needed new
mascara.
I begged you to try to love me
I cursed myself
for not keeping you.
The girl i used to be was confident.
what do you know
when you do not recognize yourself?
the remnants of a confident woman
just the scraps you walked
away from.
