You have have beaten your hated rival, and yet still you do not feel like a winner.
You caught her face between your breasts and held tightly until beneath you she went limp, and yet it is you who feels breathless.
In your battle of torn clothing, pulled hair, and scratched skin, it is you who prevailed, but still you feel broken and dejected.
For the man you both fought over left. Not during your engagement or just before it. No for it was months ago that he took his final and heartbreaking leave of you both.
He, the man of your mutual dreams, refusing to be the meat over which you and your enemy fought.
Despite his refusal and rejection, you and she still meet, still tangle, and still tear. Week after week. Month after month. In a cycle of vengeance and at the draw of desperation.
You blaming her and she blaming you for a loss of love that cruelly haunts and terribly torments.
And though this time you won, it was she before, and you know eventually, it will be she again.
You and your rival becoming trapped in co-dependent roles. Firstly as each the other’s punishment for the compromise neither of you could make. And secondly as the last remnant and reminder of the man you both loved and together lost.