Fucking Friends

When you meet him
When you meet the man
Who is actually mine
When you see
The way he looks at me
When you see him
With me
Touching me
Smiling at me
Kissing me
Will you be
Jealous or
Angry or
Sad?

Will you finally
Understand
What it is like
For me
When I see you
With her,
Leave you
With her,
Send you home
To her?

Will you become
Friends
With him,
Knowing you will
Betray
His trust
By fucking me
When he’s not around?

Will you stop
Fucking me
Knowing
I am
Fucking him?

Or will you
Want to
Fuck me
More than,
Better than,
More often than
Him?

I don’t want to
Stop
Fucking you and
I don’t want you to
Stop
Fucking me
Even if I am
Fucking him and
You are fucking her.

I’d prefer if you
Weren’t
Fucking her and
I’d prefer that you
Didn’t care if
I was
Fucking him.

And I sure as fuck
Don’t want you
Fucking anyone
Who isn’t me
And isn’t her.
That’s just not
Fucking allowed.
She and I would
Take care of that shit
Together.

It’d be easier
If you were not,
And had never been,
Married
To her
And were
Actually mine.
If we weren’t both
Dirty no good
Fuckers.
If hell weren’t
Holding spaces
For both of us.

But sometimes
You don’t get
What you want.
Sometimes
You make the best
Of a fucked up
Situation
And hope
Everyone
Keeps pretending
Not to know and
No one
Admits to
Being hurt.

Sometimes
Men fuck
Their wife’s
Best friend.
And sometimes
Women fuck
Their best friend’s
Husband.
And sometimes
Best friends
Fuck each other.
And the sad truth is,
Most of the time,
No one gives
Half a shit
Who’s fucking who
As long as they
Are fucking
Someone too.