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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