8:03 PM

You listened when I talked of him.
You told me to give it time.
You said that you’d be there for me,
If I needed you down the line.

I ate up the invite.
I talked about sex.
And what felt good last night.
You told me you were tired.
And then you said goodnight.

It was 8:03 PM.
You never go to sleep that early.
Then I thought of what I said.
And I thought of you and me.

Before we’d joked about beds.
And boobs, and giving head.
Now the eggshells have been set.
We both are careful of what is said.

I ask about the girls in the city.
About you getting all that pussy.
But you told me that you’re taking it easy.
That work is rough and that you’re busy.

You sent me rocks in the mail.
You sent me songs you knew I’d like.
You wrote a card with a pen.
You left me missed calls late at night.

You said I could tell you anything.
That we were open and honest without trying.
You told me we were the best of friends.
But my heart knows that yours is lying.


 

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