I realized it’s been a while since I posted a written piece. This was inspired by an old Floetry song entitled Ms. Stress which is the story told from the other woman’s point of view.
Warm and nurturing – my gifts to you
restoring life and child-like joy – if only in “stolen” moments
a break from the ordinary – his secret fantasy
forbidden fruit – yet readily available
losing myself in what was once simple now complex
the more I give the less of me there is
who is this woman I’d become?
my honor sacrificed for short-term pleasure
total surrender of freedom in a primal exchange
there is a love “just for me” but “blocked” while I settle – thinking this is enough
I give you all of me while you divide your time and affection – convinced it was equal
I deserve to be a priority – not an option