But We Can Be Friends

He says it so casually.

He drops this line after sipping his wine.

We can be friends.

Wait.

Weren’t we just kissing in a non-friendly way?

He takes my hand.

He goes on another confusing monologue mentioning her.

Poor girl.

He kept her around for five years

No ring, no cat, no house.

But we can be friends.

Smiles politely

It won’t go anywhere else

Friends?

What a joke.

What can I expect from a half-ass lover?

Probably a half-ass friend.

So, I ask.

What would I get from this so-called friendship?

He’d get my mind and time.

Keep the best of both worlds.

I’d get confusing paragraphs telling me how much he wants to be with me.

Then, blaming his daddy issues for not being able to commit.

We can’t be friends.

I drop this line after sipping my wine

I take my hand and walk away.

We are better off being strangers, anyway.