I look at the screen and see this perfect bride,
she is his ride or die, she is his wife. He loves her yet gives me the side eye,
I donât know why I think sheâs the other guy? I want love and security,
I want independence and non-codependency.
I want trinkets and tchotchkes but not a ring on the finger,
yes a finger but not that kind of finger,
I am not ready and he isnât the one,
will I ever be the other woman looking in at the other one?
She struts away up and down,
gives me this glare while she drops a timid hand on her hubby,
possessing him and making him be her property,
smirks at satisfaction with the way my face is painted,
she doesnât see it,
but loveâs not a competition.
I donât love him, nor do I lust,
he is just eye candy that I like to **** with my eyes,
he isnât my type of guy.
Jealousy is funny cause I was where she stood.
Told him to block her and remove her as he should.
But I didnât get it then and she doesnât get it now,
if heâs looking at me,
sheâs the other woman now.
Cause she is âotheredâ by him,
she is replaced as the apple of his eye by me in his vision,
it is a revision.
Competing with me will do you no good,
cause Iâm a class apart, a classy bossy b
and you just live in the neighbourhood.
I have visions and goal and options, you just him to be understood.
You chose to settle itâs not my fault,
youâre average at best,
itâs what I can recall.
We donât even live in the same dimension,
youâre looking at me, but Iâm looking at you and laughing
how youâre so green with envy,
I didnât even speak to him even then you still think,
that I will steal him from you,
whoever you think are you two?
I got a better life to live than live in jealousy,
bless your heart but youâre not my enemy.
I am the only woman in this world, none of you ******* are in my caliber,
go cry to your daddy,
cause you are not me, youâre not an Insta baddie x.
Siri play 'better than me' by Doja Cat