Two years ago,
you paid and we sat with your friends.
We went back to my apartment,
napped, had sex
and went to your apartment.
We ate, had sex and went to bed.
You made me vanilla coffee in the morning.
we were friends.
You invited me to join you.
I said I would.
But I couldn’t leave my apartment.
I walked past.
And didn’t think of you until later.
We aren’t friends.
Now, I hope you’re happy,
and banging a fatty whose bad in bed.