ex-best

i could call you fatally flawed to your face
and you’d know exactly what i mean
but you know i’m not that happy
and i don’t drive a brand new suv

maybe its that you have what i want
or maybe you want what i need
there’s just something about you
maybe you’re satisfied
how could you be satisfied

but you’ve got so many exbestfriends
you could never call them all
and you have only one real friend
but she never calls you at all

but you’ve got so many exbestfriends
you could never call them all
before you decided to die

and catch-up is a game for the awkward, anyway
and we’re awkward, anyway

• Category: Poetry