it’s so easy
to touch
an other
while you
forget
you have
another
unsuspecting
of your deception

it’s so easy
to talk
about love
when you think
you can have
your cake
and eat it too

it’s so easy
to avoid
the questions
when the silence        
tells me
all i have
imagined
is true
and all
imagined
i had
is false

it’s so easy
to say
the same things
you say to her
that you said to me
meaningless
to the point
of absurdity

it’s so easy
to betray
when you name it
as friendship               
or something ambigiously more

well
i don’t need
friends
like that

529. 5.6