for your call.

or a text.

anything, really.

i’m sitting outside

your illuminated house

in my dark car.

i knew it is wrong.

you wouldn’t cheat on me.

i have to trust you.

there’s no other girl.

you don't kiss any lips except for mine.

but then, three tortuous minutes later,

she exits your door.

i don’t know who she is,

but all hope runs away from my heart,

knowing better than to waste time on you.

but in case i had any confusion,

it becomes clear who she is when

you kiss her,

very long and dramatically.

you kissed her.

she kissed you.

you two kissed each other.

it’s 2:31 a.m. and

i’m driving away.

i wonder why i don’t have true friends

but then i realize,

i’m not a true friend.

maybe it’s because i’ve been taught that life is

everyone for themselves,

where only the most cutthroat people

survive.

so i’ll be nice if we have to work together.

genuinely nice.

but once that deadline is met,

goodbye.

and sometimes, i wish

i could change that mindset of mine.

but maybe it’s for the best.

after all,

i don’t need friends

when friends get in the way of success

and success

earns money

and money

drives donations

and donations

contribute to a

better world.