Cheating Material

I found myself in an odd and ‘slightly’ traumatizing situation. Long story short: I was accused of having an affair with someone’s boyfriend, who was a close friend of mine. Honestly, I laughed when I heard the accusation, because I haven’t seen this guy in person in well over two years. Needless to say, the friendship has ended and now I need to process. So I do what I always do: write poetry.

I’m the woman girlfriends are scared of

The friend of their boyfriend

Who they like more than they love.

She suspects that he wants me

So she loves him just enough.

Until she makes it a lot more tough.

I’m quite harmless, really

No crimes have been committed

Just long talks that were silly

No actions were taken

So why does he act so guilty?

It’s not like we did anything filthy.

I’m doing fine, trying to live my best life

But communication was cut

Now I know our friendship was a lie.

Gave you a chance, tried to act cool

But you just gave me nothing but spite

And that’s how I know that I am right.

Stuck in a love that’s imperial.

His girl censors his friendships

So her love becomes managerial.

What do I care? I’ve been here before

I don’t stick around for the friendship’s burial.

At least I know I’m cheating material.

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