A Good Friend

My friend stole a girl from my daydreams,

Now he tells me about the shape of her ass

And how her new piercing ruins the sex,

And he waits for my pity,

And I give it to him.

"We did it three times last night" He'll say,

Gesturing towards dirty sheets.

The bragging itself turns him on,

Not how it's received.

But I gag my heart anyway,

And tell him I'm pleased.

Because I'm a 'good' friend,

and that's what 'good' friends do.

They don't say "But you don't play any instruments,

You don't read Camus, You can't even spell,

Why does she want you?"

So I'll keep my truth buried,

Six feet beneath plastic smiles,

Because you're my friend and I love you

and who am I to judge?

When you take my fantasy,

And fuck it for points.