No Fucking, Just Love

How late is too late? To wait a few dates

Did I skip handholding to see your legs shake?

I made us about songs from '00s rock stations

The ones about rough sex while inebriated

More biting than kissing, more spanking than missing,

More scratching than crashing, more backshots than listening

Less work than gratification, should've settled for masturbation,

Should've gotten it off my mind like lobotomization

You brought me to your house, you fed me like you know me,

Then brought me to your room and rode me like you owe me

You love a guy from Discord, you tell his stories to me,

You told him how I make you cum, then after see right through me

What good is word of mouth? I don't care if only mine's for your use

He gets off on being humbled, I'd give up on getting off for you

Why does this stuntman fuck you if you've fallen for the driver?

If I had met the one you were before you met him I'd have wifed her

(Thank you for reading. I'm not an experienced poet, obviously, but I had to get the thoughts put of my head somehow. Was trying to compete for emotional real estate in someone who had a friend she was in love with for years. I had no utility to her outside of sex and I actually thought I could make something out of what we had. I was never meant to have an emotional role in her life. She sent me screenshots of their conversations where she'd talk explicitly about our sex life. It was all flattering, but I should've known better than to retreat into the only thing I knew I had on him. That cost me.)