his forbidden affair has yet to end
the makeup stains on his crisp white shirts still make weekly appearances
...sometimes even daily

unaware that I can smell another woman's perfume on his skin,
he proceeds to ask about my day
oblivious to the fact that I'm aware of his sins,
he takes me in his arms

why do I allow myself to return his cheating kiss?
why do I listen to his apologies and excuses time and time again?
...for that matter, why do I accept them?

straight out of shakespeare
I assume he's the villain
yet I allow myself to be victimized,
so I suppose it's not entirely his fault

someday the twinkle in his eye will make its departure
one of these days she'll grow tired of his smile
but my arms will be crossed
and my face will be stern
...who wants to read yesterday's news?

so get it while the gettin's good
I like my men to be wanted
I like to feel as if he picked me from the crowd

something about finding numbers in his coat pockets gets my engines going

like taking a bite out of the most forbidden fruit
I wonder if she knows there's someone else
...I wonder if she cares.