Just Friends Again

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Throuple life sucks when you’re focused on her
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You’re over me.
Again.
I feel it.
You’ve shifted
Away from me
Back to her.
Is it because
I had the audacity
To date someone else?
You’re fucking married
To someone else,
You fucking hypocrite.
Goddamn I miss you.
I miss the way you
Used to
Look at me.
I miss knowing
You couldn’t wait
To get your hands
On me,
To get your mouth
On me.
I miss being your
Kryptonite.
I miss the way
Your hands would
Reach for me
Whenever
I was near you,
Like it was an instinct,
A given.
I miss
Pretending that
You needed
What we had
Because there was
Something missing
In your relationship
With her.
I miss the flirting.
The dirty talk.
The heat.
I miss not being able
To think clearly.
I miss
Wanting you
So badly
That it was easy
To justify
Fucking you.
I miss the fantasy.
And I’m really
Angry sad ashamed
About everything
I let you do
To me
Because I thought
Hoped
Pretended
That it,
That I,
Meant something
More
To you,
Because I thought
Hoped
Pretended
That you
Wanted me
Needed me
Loved me
Too.

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LadyAmethystLadyAmethystover 2 years agoAuthor

Thank you Snow, Annie and Paul. The story is far rom over. Stay tuned. There’s so much more to tell 💜

Paul4playPaul4playover 2 years ago

The rollercoaster ride of throuple love!

The quadruple was a distraction.

But when he focuses on the couple…on HER….painful!

And the powerful final twist of the knife….the poem’s final word is “Too”.

PBAnniePBAnnieover 2 years ago

Usually I don't go for free-form poetry; too much of it feels like prose written by somebody in love with their <Return> key. Your work isn't like that. It speaks to me. When I read it I pause at the end of each line and it feels breathless and urgent, something pure prose doesn't do well, but you nail it every time.

Your last several submissions, especially when read in order, feel like they're either coming from a dark place or heading toward a dark place; it's very intriguing. I feel like I'm watching something I shouldn't. Please keep them coming, it's been a great performance. 5*

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowover 2 years ago

What others look for, friends, becomes a demotion here. An arm's length a shockingly long distance, like an anchor chain a symbol for things have stopped. Now, how to shorten that in?

Loved the word pair hypocrite/kryptonite.

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