When I feel you curl next to me into a small ball,
I’m thinking about how I forgot to put the dishes up.
     And her.
When you wrap your fingers in my mangled hair,
I’m thinking about what I ate for breakfast that morning.
     And her.
When you slide your lips up and down my neck,
I’m thinking about how I prefer how she bites, not slides.
     And her.
When you attempt to connect with me in a ‘passionate’ kiss,
I’m thinking about how much I miss that smell along her neckline that drives me insane.
     And her.
When you sit and tell me that you’re ****** up,
I think of how the crazy position in my life has already been filled.
     And her.
Like I said this isn’t really fair to you,
and then I remember that I really wanted to **** her last night.
     And not you.