The Sham
the sex is good
the company is better
the times they have bring new laughs that carry on into the rest of the day
the smiles they share are
brought into other aspects of their lives &
the ability to be jealous
isn’t supposed to be there
because everything is cool
man
everything is cool---
but when not together,
s/he is chomping at the bit,
****, s/he’d dowse her nails in fertilizer
if s/he thought she could grow them back faster
(just to bite them all off again),
nervous at the thought that at any moment
the other party
with which so much fun is being had
now, is banging away the night
with someone who very well could be better at sex &
even better company,
whose laughs might carry on even further into the week &
whose smiles might even be brighter---
then the thought that paralyzes
comes into focus,
that the last time they were together
could have been the last time they will ever be together
because the person that they are out with right now
could replace them &
the phone stares up at them
(but they can’t call, no that isn’t cool) &
the individual letter keys whisper
“text text text away”
(but they can’t do that either, not cool, not cool)---
so the wait throughout the day
seems worthless,
because if they had never met this other individual
this topsy-turvy
nightmare
would not be occurring---
so it eats & it eats & it eats at her/him,
that what s/he wants to be serious
has to stay on casual footing
because to try & push it any further
might just push away the other person
who is having fun with the way things are,
so they try to comfort themselves
making deals with their own psyche
that if the other person doesn’t commit at said date
that they will up & go,
to find someone that will.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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