Fuck being Friends

You’ve been on my mind
Maybe I’m obsessive. Crazy about all in. All or nothing. Only in it to win it. So life brings it on. Maybe to teach me to slow my roll. Take it easy. Unfortunately nothing has been easy with you. Nothing has been slow.

Caught up in conflicting feelings
Oh the emotional humdrum
I seize them in stride
Feelings that ruined friendships
Kisses but minus the good advice
Fingers fumbling over qwerty keyboards
Stumbling over your words in voice notes and phone calls
Voices notes turn to moaning and groaning those phone calls opening doors for feelings to tumble out of lips wet off the tumbler’s press
A glass
pressed against my chest
my fingers attest
to the calm in my palm on which it rests
Reckless are the dates we make
for lunches and parties and meet ups in public
in favour of privacy
or secrecy
under our carefully constructed cosy haze of candid friendship

And in the city I love, the city that raised me. You were there. Suddenly then not at all then suddenly all at once. Explosive.