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.