I think it was on one of @stellabelle posts where I was commenting about how Steemit makes you open and quite sincere. It reminds me of people that just have this ability to make you talk about stuffs you normally would not talk about.
This is the case with ‘the other woman’; it is basically something that I normally would not talk about publicly maybe because of people’s opinion and all but really writing has been making me bolder about some certain things and this was even before Steemit. I decided that, the truth is readers would always interpret writings not just based on exactly what they are reading but also according to their experiences, perspectives and biases. So as a writer there is really not much you can do so why don’t you just go ahead and say what you want to say.
Anyways, back to the issue, I really don’t like talking about the other woman because I have once had an experience with it and trust me it was emotional hell for me. So what exactly do I want to say about the other woman and what pushed me this wonderful morning?
It might surprise you but it was a picture I found on instagram, the photographer is so talented and I fell in love with the way he captured the concept of the other woman immediately.
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First thing that came to mind was a poem, that the picture so inspirational for a poem.
So I am going to write a poem right now, it is spontaneous and as I type these words I have nothing in my head for the poem but staring at the picture now, I am going to start one.
You do not utter her name
But I can feel her presence
Like a thick dark fog
Hanging over our expressions of love
You say she is your friend
But her eyes explains the lies
The look of pity she gives me
And the way she holds you tightly
In a friendly hug
The familiar way she tugs at your lobe
And the secret glances I always catch
Everything screams the truth to me
You kiss me passionately
But I can tell
You do not even know I am there
I hear the subtle comparisons
The ones you say ever so gently
Talking to me like I am the product of your loins
All so I can easily become her for you
I grace your bed at night
My confused head on your bare chest
Unconsciously or other wise
You push me away
I am not her and I can never be
So why do you lie to me
Why do you make me feel like I am all you have?
Why do you so royally fuck me up?
I hear the whispers of your friends
The way they mockingly call me ‘our wife’
While they laugh at my misery to come
Mama said ‘Love is war
You do not give up on who you love
You fight for them and with them
But first you fight for them’
I want to tell Mama that she was wrong
Some things are not worth fighting for
You do not force yourself on love
The person has to love you
And I have tried
Tried to love you regardless
Regardless of the fact that I smell her perfume on our sheets
That I see lingerie that is not mine
That you smile at the phone chatting with her
While I hold your hands
I loved you
But if you can teach the heart to love
Then you can teach it to unlove
So go darling
Go and love the other woman
And let me go and find my real other half
©Onashile Peace (tolarnee)
Wow, I just kept going without pause and I feel so lovely right now. I kind of promised myself not to edit it after I am done so what you have there is raw soulful expressions.
So all the stuffs I planned to say has been taken away by the poem, there are majorly philososphical questions and
experiences but since the poem has taken so much space I would have another post just for it, so anticipate!!
If this touched a string somewhere in your body, then don’t you forget to comment, upvote and resteem. Much much love people!!!