forget that i never even asked
to be apart of a narrative
that's supposed to make us feel good
or that i never asked
to redeem a life with you
that's been dead to me
long enough to forget the distance
you placed
and decided on your terms to come back
only for me to be haunted by the day i wept
in a public place for you
and in your car
and for hours in the dark of my living room
with a drink in my hand
you're the only one
who expects for things to be emotional
without the actual emotion
for things to be physical
without degrading it to be only physical
forget that you get to respond
when you want to
forget that you get to **** me
when you like
forget that I'm always bending to your parameters
your rules
your definition of "friendship"
the *** may have been consensual
but it doesn't feel like it
you don't want us to forget our time
bur "it's so special"'
how can we give up
without getting away from each other
altogether?
we can't