She should’ve chosen me.
Instead, I watch closely to the boy, the wasn’t me.
I wish I could be a He.
I wish she would like a She.
Yes, lesbian thinking.
A little fingering.
I wish she was with me,
But she’s with a He.
For you, I’d drop everything.
Every time I see you, I can’t even blink.
I stare and daydream of a She fling.
For you, I’d do anything.
Every time I see you,
I never want to leave you.
Feeding off my energy of misery,
I bear witness to a He making a fool
I don’t want to ache for you.
I need a break from you.
And maybe you’ll know who I could’ve been for you.
Clean, drug-free from miss She.
I wish her nothing but time to be lonely.
Partly, because my clit never met her.
Somehow, I found myself back with her.
Our history is a blur,
But redundancy is alive here.
I’m always just a friend here.