Uh, so this is a poem that I wrote a WHILE ago, just found it recently and decided to post it. Basically, I'm scatching the surface of cheating and how it makes sence sometimes. CHEATING IS BAD! But I can understand why people do sometimes. So yea, that was the intro.
With boundary lines blurred they kissed
I cheated again he thinks
We are terrible people she says
He thinks of his girl and she thinks of her boy
The physical contact is only a substitute
No real passion behind it
All saved for the real thing 700 miles away
He places a hand on her lower back
Inches away in her back pocket was a note from her boyfriend
I’m going to miss you and I can’t wait to see you again
No self control they kiss once more
I don’t feel anything he thinks
I don’t feel bad she thinks
The lack of emotion is almost impressive
Holding hands they understand each other
We’re fuck ups but that’s ok they agree
She gives him the look reserved for her boy
He uses the charm that got him his girl
All the time confused on how to feel
I like out of control he says
I don’t know what I like she says
Lips meet
The clock strikes 10:00 and they part
Only to face each other the next day
Nothing will change because everything was meaningless
She pulls out the note and reads
He lies in his bed before falling asleep
We’re fuck ups they laugh
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