Sinning Never Felt So Sweet

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

I have sinned in a biblical sense and I’ve sinned in a societal sense.

But regardless of what I’ve done, I have sinned.

I have hurt you and I’ve said I’m sorry because I’m supposed to.

Not because I’m actually sorry.

It’s my fault for seducing him.

So you call me a whore, a harlot, a slut

Because a man cannot be held responsible for his actions

Instead you turn on me, the other woman.

You say,

“I have no respect for women or myself and I am a deeply unhappy person.”

You threaten to “Find me and Curb Stomp me.”

Call me names.

You try to destroy me as a person and you try to take away my dignity.

Because unlike my counterpart—well, I guess he is yours. I had a choice.

I chose to wave my magic wand in front of his face.

He saw a woman and it is biologically programed that he must have her.

I told him I loved him. Forget that he said the same.

I chose to go after him. Forget that he was mine first.

But darling, you only know what you want to see.

“Because he had nothing to do with it.”

He didn’t call my name first.

He never text me at midnight asking to call.

He wouldn’t say he missed me, not even once.

He didn’t have a choice.

Because although he started everything, you think I seduced him.