they say
Curiosity killed the Cat
and the tiger
of my soul
is Dying
every momento
the notes
the pictures
of the lovers of his past
i stopped asking questions
months ago
the knowledge alone
that i wasn't his first
is enough to make me question
"will i be his last?"
the fear
of losing him
has made me want to do
stupid things
that i
would never forgive myself for.
but what will separate me
from
two Fiancés
his First Love
the Mother of his children
i'm nothing special
I was just one friend
of many
one lover
of many
one broken woman
of many
what sets me apart?
