Friends

I’m letting it go. We said we were friends, but
I’m confused. Maybe I’m slow but friends
don’t kiss and friends don’t fuck and
friends just doesn’t describe us.

You want to take trips and hold
conversations, but they are x rated,
so what’s that about? And we has a connection,
you admit that shit, so what conclusion should
I draw?

Once kissing was over, touching commenced,
and last I checked, I don’t touch my friends,
so we kiss and we touch and then one day we
fucked, then another day we fucked, and another
day we fucked. So now I’m stuck

because the friend I love is the man I’m involved with
but that involvement is only once sided,
I’m involved and he’s my friend, or I’m his friend
and he’s my man,
the same page got flipped, 2 chapters
forward, and we cant connect again.

I’m a woman, you’re a man, so I know you do
you but nigga, damn. We need to go back to
before that kiss, when I could tell you
intimate shit, and you wouldn’t make
so much of it, or interpret it as me wanting dick.

Before we touched when you used to talk, and
I used to listen, then the phone would die so the
phone got switched then I would talk and
you would listen, there was no jealousy,
just our friendship.

But maybe men and women cant be friends because
we’re emotional and
ya’ll wanna get it in,
so I read your desire and mistook it for love,
and you take my emotion as an opening up,
for fun,
and sex,
and an equal distribution of understanding.

But I understand me. I wanted it all, the lover
the friend, but you wanted the sex, the friend,
mistaking loving for sex,
while my sex you’re your loving.
I made my mistake. I take my
L. and I’m O-V-E……R it.

Before we fucked we had fun,
could do some dumb shit like watch a game or
see a show but after the sex, what , am I just a hoe?
You say you’ll show up,
and then change your mind when you find out
that ass is not on the line. So stay at home and
don’t call back, because when we were friends
you would never say that,

but what’s done is done
and we can never go back.