I know your flaws and errorsYou are rough, vulgar

And don’t like sleeping alone

You are insecure when it matters

And even though you say I’m great

I feel you deserve better

And the first time we made love

It became evident

I’m now a resident

Trapped in your hearts abode
Started with a text from someone who shouldn’t have noticed me

And a response she should have never received

A few pictures back and forth,

Some clothes on, some clothes off

Plans of toes in the sand

You and I holding hands

But even though we knew we weren’t meant to be

We refuse to understand
Where there is smoke, there’s fire

So let’s seek the the flames our sparks created

And burn in the hell made from our sins

Live in the prison we created when we decided to fall while we belonged to others

Like fallen angels, you clipped your wings and made yourself a harlot

And I bear my soul to you instead of she who stood by me through a lot
We love after hours

Take secret showers

Feed off of cooked up lies we tell them to convince them that we are faithful

When I doubt the viability of our actions

You tell me it would be justified if she were more grateful

And when you wonder if we should continue

I pull your pants down and remind you size matters

And you recommit to our promises of temporary forevers
Subconsciously we both know what we doing is wrong

But right now we can’t spell the word adultery

It no longer registers in our vocabulary

We’re too busy with delusions of marriage, future plans and making a baby…
To be continued…