She seemed to have the ability to catch his eye
When he walked in to a room, he could feel her presence
She flourished like a daffodil in the spring and I wilted
I sank in to myself and was invisible

He would talk of her like I was not his entirely
Like he did not have my heart on marionette strings
And little by little, with every mention of her name,
He took rusty scissors and snipped at the fibers

He disregarded it all entirely, like I was delusional
Maybe he just wanted to protect me from what he knew I knew
What he tried to bury inside himself and hide behind his stoic mask
That old friend we both knew so well

I sat up and thought to myself countless doubtful days
"What does she posses that I do not? Is my love not enough?"
As much as I envied the way he loved her, there was never a second
That I felt enmity towards this woman that held my lover's attention

It was only a deep longing in my heart to make him feel
Even a modicum of the way she made his heart bloom
To have him run to me and want me in his life
Instead of coveting someone he only claimed to be his friend

In place of hating the other woman, I foolishly tried my hardest
To befriend her, to appreciate the same qualities in her that he did
She even invited me to something so I wouldn't hate him for going
I wish she had known me well enough to know I wanted to be friends

Over the years, I got stronger and wiser, but I still was his fool
The boy I loved so much could never reciprocate those feelings for me
He wandered and I let him go, to go chase what I knew he always wanted
But she did not desire him, and as mean as it sounds, it felt like justice

But time has gone far out in to space, I have lived since him
And she is now where I was, a life's love lost for another
In all of this, my only hope for her, is that she finds the strength
To not hate the other woman even though he loves her

It was not your fault he went away, he was never meant to stay
If it wasn't for you, I would have not known of his incomplete love
Thank you for saving me the agony of living my life with the wrong man
I pray you never give up hope in love and in life
Because someone better will come along exactly when you need them

My mind & heart do not always agree,
But I can tell you for certain that they both wait patiently.
Patiently for thines love to begin just as mine has for thee...

Replace me but oh please do it soon.
Spare me the agony of waiting.
Replace me now.
Spare me.

Come in, come in, what can I get you? Would you try strawberry tea with a dash of whisky, excuse my behaviour I haven't been sleeping so well, I'm waiting you see! He told me he'd be back so soon, to sit by the window and count changes of the moon, to kiss him for each one when he steps in and to not tire myself from working like I do when I'm stressed - my love, forgive my appearance I should have been dressed, but I'm waiting you see! And I can't exert myself, he said to nurture my soft hands, my delicate fingers like they are our children and to touch him with them, and he'll touch my-
Oh yes, the tea!
Strawberries are so beautiful, hmm? Like roses in the sun and blood when it's fresh, when he cut me with that mesh around that house plant in the corner and called it a metaphor for our love, that night he'd told me he'd had enough and I cried and it woke him, it shook him, it spoke to him, it took him - he told me he's sorry and he'll be back don't I worry, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him and I did and I do and I-
Goodness I babble so much, you must stop me if I bore you! Oh, the night is still young, stay my dear, please my dear,
Alright, if you must
But will you be back soon?
I'll wait,
I

Tori sang it so well. . .

I'm a Fire On The Side

He comes to me for pleasure

But sleeps next to her every night

I don't know when I started caring

Nor if I even should

But one thing I do know now

Is that I wouldn't leave him if I could

I love the feel of his arms around me

I love waking with his skin against mine

How long before we're alone again?

What can I do to pass the time?

It's evil to be this, this *****, this *****

It's wrong to think he'd feel anything more

I'm just his Fire On The Side, burning his soul

But she has his heart, I, just this gaping hole.

I pretend it's nothing when you hold my hand outside,
That we've always been doing this - the eating in public.

When we meet for short hours,
I pretend I don't mind.

You've never really said, but we are what I am - the Other Woman that is.
I pretend I don't mind.


I think we will be if I hold your hand tight,
That you need me more than her, that I know you more than she.

But I see her in your eyes, and your smile when she calls.

So I know what this means - that you will leave in the end.

So while it lasts,
I pretend...
I don't mind.