Her

Plagued with infidelity She fornicates in rhythms and melody Driven by jealousy In search of intimacy so she lies next to him She says it isn’t love but she says it wasn’t lust He was the nearest guy to her and the only she could trust He opened her mind so she opened her thighs And to her surprise this was the brink of her demise When she realized things had changed that all wasn’t the same She is lonely now and confused with only herself to blame Her eyes are as wet as the ink from a pen She wants to make it right but doesn’t know where to begin She has hurt the one she loved the most Not him but herself Neglected to think of the pain to be felt By he He is not him He’s someone else He was her companion, her soul and her heart Because of what she did, it all got all torn apart All for some reassurance and satisfaction With an absence of love and compassion Him could of been he or He could of been him But either way you put it She has neither of them