I would love you if I were that way inclined
But that's not something I do anymore.
I told you;
It would be easier this way,
I do things this way.
And you believed me.
I'm not liberated, no sexual hero.
I'm scared.
I'm alone.
I'm jealous.
Your bored relationship,
The lies you tell to keep it alive.
I'm your dream, your fantasy.
I'm classy, sleek.
I'm everything she's not.
Not possessive.
Not depressive.
Not as far as you know.
Yet I'm the one who's cold
And alone.
In the dark.
In my bed.
The wet between my legs
Is still warm.
You go to her
Waiting in your bed
Comforted by the thought;
Your arms,
Your warmth.
Never hearing those secrets sigh.
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