A Friend

The lips fleet

from one mouth

to another

They once touched mine

and then they ventured

to other reaches

I knew I shouldn’t

be jealous

but I couldn’t help

but being so

For in the end

it is a test

of who has

the most energy

Looks like I lost

out this time

Looks like I lost

out all the times

I could call her a ****

but that would just

be blind anger

She is just like me

free as we can be

But when you

appreciate

a being like that

it hurts

For you finally

get that heart

burning

searing

sting

of rejection

and the

feeling

of being

ultimately

impotent.

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