The Other
By Takeerah Sanderson •
My feelings for him are different from the other.
I'll always love the first like I'll never love another.
He and I were just as happy as we could be.
Then we fell apart and I lost part of me.
Along came the other during my time of need,
and now I find that my heart is filled with greed.
Yearning for the love of one and affections of the other,
but being afraid to become the other one's lover.