So Uniquely Mine

A fine-edged sinister knife piercing my previously wounded heart,

Would this unsettling feeling forever haunt me?

Would my ghosts always try to be oversmart?

As agony plagues my soul , I wonder, "Would I truly ever be set free?"

The crinkling smile lines adorning his handsome face,
Lines which are so, so familiar, yet strange
Is it her good fortune or her swan-like grace?
Just the thought that he isn’t so uniquely mine engulfs me in this all-familiar rage.

Counting each and every tiny crack on my haven’s roof,

While his warm body lays next to mine

The thought keeping me awake is the heart- wrenching feeling of staying aloof

To stab or to be stabbed, are my thoughts crossing the line?

For every passing minute without him feels like an hour gone by

Even though I was first, I will always be the other woman

Are the late night rendezvous and stolen kisses worth the silent cries?

A life like this I would wish for no other human.

Do I love me or do I love him?

Because one would believe that he is the one at fault!

And maybe this insanity stems from my selfish whims,

But just the thought that he isn’t so uniquely mine, feels like a rough assault