Heather's Song

Harlot, Jezebel, homewrecker, whore - these words 
Buzz from all directions and land with a sting

Stolen moments at the dark end of the street-
You choose so much less than you deserve

Poor self-esteem craves love and affection
Where your own husband shows none

So desperate to be loved that you will settle
For being someone's momentary fling

Your blind eyes cannot see that you mean
Nothing to the one that means so much to you

She gets it all - his nights, his weekends, his home, 
His name, his love - you get desperately lonely nights

You will never find what you really need
In the poisoned bed of a married man

What man is going to leave his secure life for
An emotional and moral trainwreck? 

Keep convincing yourself that these are 
Not the worst days of your life

And by the way, victims do not inflict pain on
others - And you are not the victim here

Just like Sappho, an honest true love should not be
sealed up in tablets for none to read

Why are you wasting your time missing someone
Who doesn't bother to miss you back?