He's just my friend
who likes to make an appearance every know and then.
Usually he's kept hidden away inside me
while people idly talk nonsensically about
what is wrong with the day.
What's different about him is
he doesn't try to pretend to care about what you are saying
because I don't know about him
but this is my 50th time hearing this topic again.
Call it Diva
Call it Whore
All I know is time spent with him is never a bore.
I just wish he'd be more careful when he loans out my heart
because every time I get it back the damn thing is torn apart.
He'll gladly give it out to any boy on a whim
and it always comes back again
looking like a dog's favorite chew toy.
I am no better, all the while tossing it back
again, again, and again to play fetch.
But now that I know myself better
I cannot help but think
I've finally overcome most my mistakes.
What I've learned to do is enjoy the bitch inside
because every day with him
is a world-wide roller coaster ride that never slows down.
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