First The Mistake, Then The Other One Poem by Sierra Love

the other one
who am I to refer to another being with such a name
yet because of one man's mistake
it is that very name I put upon the one I love

the mistake
the very one which still burns inside me so fierce
that to even bring it up
would bring down a flood of emotion driven tears
and send my mind reeling with undeserved shame

the other one
I love him most
but it is not his passion I feel when we are together
but the passion of a much darker being
it is not his touch I feel
not his lips I kiss
my mind is in different places
in darker places

the mistake
I can still picture myself in the room
on the bed
I can still see his face
feel his grasp
taste everything
I can still hear him calling me back
the lights are off
people are upstairs
safe people
but who would have guessed

the other one
sadly to say
I am sure there will be many other ones
how could he love me
I am ruined
I will just wait untill the day he looks into my eyes
and sees not the passion which he feels
but the pain and fear
with which I remember everytime we are together