I’m still trying to process
how I could possibly think
that I was cheating on someone that couldn’t even meet for coffee.
I felt like a liar,
All the lips that touched my mouth that weren’t yours
were just keeping me distracted
while I waited for you.
I liked you that much.
the only thing I have from you are 200 words on a page
telling me that you’re not going to make it for coffee,
because you’re too busy worrying about how I might mess up the plan that you made for your life.