Wicked Mistress

At least I still have you 

who hasn't thrown me away.

 

Though sometimes I feel like

I'd leave you tomorrow 

if I had anywhere to go.

 

You wonder why I stray

but all the reasons 

are right in your face.

 

I've resigned myself

to this lackluster life.

 

I've been cheating on you for years

not physically

but mentally.

 

My imagination 

is a wicked mistress,

my insecurity- a filthy whore.

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The Soft Collapse Into a Life You Never Chose

“I’ve resigned myself / to this lackluster life.”

 

This is not just about the relationship—it’s about your entire emotional existence. The resignation to me is global:

 

• you’ve accepted mediocrity as fate  

• you no longer expect joy  

• they see yourself as someone who must settle  

 

It gives me the sense of a quiet surrender.