there are these terrible people i know
posing as friends
posing as lovers

a gambler
who would make a bet
on anything as long as
he knew he could win
he stands dirty
in his filthy rich clothes
breath reeking of alcohol
begging to bet you

a jilted lover
she is the woman in moon
orbiting the planets
with a flawed surface
a story to arouse
jealousy and suspicion
is her message to you

a jealous lover
believing anything
the person above throws
out at him
blue eyes narrow the
more that this scene
continues in front of you

multiple cowards
all for their own reasons
who can’t let go
who won’t let go
who fear what could or can not be
comfort obliterating
their bravery to the
point of retracting like
man children from you

a know it all
a high voice shreiking
over analytical nonsense
but she doesn’t even know
how much no one
in the room can
even stand her enough to talk to
so a focus of her energy
lies on you

an over apologetic man
trying to speak
to a friend who refuses
to have a thing to
do with him as she
screams at him that
he is a replica of
a focus of her hatred
none of which has to do
with you

oh this scene!

i would have kissed you on the roof
in the unusual warm december air
placed my arm around your shoulders
slinging you into me
if i had not known that i am one
of these terrible people