As I looked into your eyes, I saw my future go up in flames.

You swore low self-esteem and jealousy were my vices.

My insecurities had government names.

They were in the contacts of your devices.

The pink haired girl from philosophy class

Your best friend’s girl who gave you molly

The international student with a big ass

The coworker who told you all about being poly

You were faithful by their mercy.

I was too tired for questions.

I wanted to escape from our controversy.

We didn’t talk about your indiscretions.