Oh to be the other woman
The backup call when no one's home
The spare key that's only used when the main is gone
The "cherished" yet discarded shirt at the back of your wardrobe
The one you only wear on "special" occasions
Not out of love but obligation
That's what it's like to be the other woman
It's being the mint chocolate chip at the back of your freezer
Your favorite guilty pleasure
Yet the one you don't touch out of fear of judgement
So you only touch it when no one's near
When no one will hear that you don't crave vanilla
You crave me-the distasteful flavor
But you won't acknowledge me unless it's the midnight hour
When no one will see that you want another
Not the woman on your arm
Not the one your friends know
Your dirty little secret locked away inside your closet
The one you promise love that always lasts a night
The one you would never love in daylight