My soul bleeds if I hurt someone. I can't and won't take what's another woman's man, not because I don't want you, because I know how it hurts. I've been that woman at one point in my life and the time it took to piece myself together like a puzzle blowed up by a nuclear bomb seemed almost eternal.
My heart is selfish, it craves all of you. I wouldn't accept anything but your complete surrender that I know you're not willing to give. Why bother with half measures of everything when I am and can be all that you need? It's not pride that makes me say that, it's the belief a woman gathers by going through a lot of suffering that makes her come back to life like a Phoenix from its own ashes.
My brain refuses all of it and mocks me in return. Sense and sensibility stop me from doing what's morally wrong. I am a cerebral woman that only lets emotions manifest when she knows she can control them. A control freak, they call me and now more than ever I embrace it.
So no darling, I won't be the second woman in your life. I love myself more.
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