Always maligned and rarely understood, Mistresses have suffered the slings and arrows of society since the beginning of time. These pages are devoted to the women who are the lovers and emotional support partners to the husbands whose wives seem to have forgotten they are men also.
Dear Mrs...
At some point in time You stopped being a wife And because of your ignorance He's now here in my life Benign neglect Like an invisible blade Cut deep to his core In the wound that you made Perhaps you are selfish>Or simply don't care But there is pain in his heart And he wants to be there But the rejection he feels Each time you move away Leaves nothing to look to At the end of the day So he's here with me And there's pain in my heart He will never be mine That, I knew from the start But if you continue To do what you do There will always be others Although he wants you Sooner or later He will give up the fight And think of himself And do what is right And when that day comes And trust me it will Your life will be different You'll feel the chill Cold lonely emptiness Will then take its place And you'll only have memories Of his handsome face You'll rant and you'll rave But you'll understand He was your husband But also a man Your friends will console you They will share in your tears And ask how you stood it For all of those years But when you're alone And you realize he's gone You will live with the grief Caused by all that you've done.
You rarely heard the words I said They fell on deafened ears tried to tell you how I felt Through all the lonely years Apparently you had a plan An agenda so to speak And I was just a stepping stone To help you reach the peak I tried to give you all the things That you could ever want or need But no matter how I tried You closed the door on me You say that you still love me And want me in your life I doubt now that you ever did You just wanted to be a wife I wish that I could tell you How much you've hurt my heart But it wouldn't make a difference I just wasn't very smart In this sort of game you play No one ever wins The deceptively good beginning Was the path to a very sad end.
Notes from a MistressYour heart is cluttered My heart is free I chose to love you But you don't love me All things being equal But never the same Sometimes these things happen And no one's to blame I know what you're thinking But I know my place I just love to hold you And stare at your face The eyes that speak volumes Without uttering a line You belong to the others And you will never be mine But when you are here And holding me close You give me the things That I need the most Compassion and caring Neither is bad It's what makes the difference Between happy and sad This life is so short We must take what we get And hope that our needs Are basically met But if we are lucky As you and I are To share something special Is much better by far I hope I answered your question About what it is that you do It's just me being me And you being you
You want to know How I came to be Then please read this message The words are from me You have suspicions And rightfully so You need only remember The day you let go I am the one who listens I am the one who cares My heart is the one that hurts When his feelings and pain are shared It is me with the warm embraces It is me with the ready smile It is me who extends the warm hand That says come lay with me for a while It was you who refused to hear him It was you who suddenly turned cold It was you who made him feel As if his usefulness had somehow grown old He was the one who wanted you He tried to address all of your needs He was the one who protected you From any and all of his deeds He was the one who loved you You were the one he needed You turned your back once to often And so he finally conceded Your labels and slings cannot hurt me No remorse nor guilt do I bear It was you who painted the picture And pretended that he was not there
Different lives and different beds. Always something left unsaid. The smile, the hug, the touch, the kiss. All the things I always miss. Between us both we find a way. To make it work from day to day. The last thing on my mind at night. Is what I felt as you held me tight.
