I wait and wait
and sometimes the
waiting makes my heart
physically squeeze
itself into
knots.
And it's like a 6th sense,
because I know when you're
occupied.
I know you said she is
temporary
and it's not
even my fucking
business.
I'm not jealous,
I swear
you can do whatever you want
with whoever you want.
I swing back and forth between
wanting to know about your life
or knowing it's better
if I don't know anything
at all.
I love women,
but fuck your other whores.
Moreover:
why can't you also
do those things to me?
