Her

I often find myself curious
About the woman he slept with while saying he loved me
He says she reminds him of me
Almost to a T

I don't think we come close to similarity.
While she is just temporary amusement,
I'm a foundation for a lifetime.
Of course his rickety walls won't stand,
So he placed me as the part that didn't fit.

And I'm curious
How empty she feels
Knowing these men are with someone
And she's just there for their moment
Not her moment
No growth movement
No solidifying anything further than just the night.
I want to know how she sees herself after washing away the makeup
I want to know how she feels being backup
I want to know what she says when these men explain they don't want her
I want to know what she is in hope to hear from them
I want to know what she tastes after being used

What I do know, is using the polygamous excuse does not make her actions valid.

We are nothing alike. Not close.
For you have sipped on the God's wine with me, but prefer to bed with simple water.
Your rickety walls don't know what a home is, for you could never grow on a solid foundation.