Devious things

The things that bring you to your knees.
The things that make you cry.
the ones that make you wish
you hadn't said it to him,
at least not tonight.
The things that make you wish he was better,
pray that he can be.
The things that make you ask
How is she better than me?
These stupid things that break you down,
that tear you up into shreds.
Make them go away tonight
as I lie here in my bed.
"I'm sorry" wasn't good enough tonight
to get her out of his head.
So to my misery he may be led
by my hand and no other.
Guilty am I.
As I think it, I shudder.
Alone, I suppose, I can never again be.
I can no longer seek happiness only for me.
Please take away his misery,
It is no good to me.