who was she

we started out fucking

i mean the reality was

she was

the means to an end

my uncle once told me

the quickest way to get over somebody

was to get under somebody

and even though she was everything that a girlfriend should be

she found me at a place in my life

where

a girlfriend isnt what i needed

a girlfriend isnt what i wanted

a girlfriend isnt what i was ready for

i had treated so many past relationships like they were disposable contacts

so as soon as i pulled one out i put another one in

but couldnt figure out why my vision of love hadnt change

i never saw her as a girlfriend

so

her cries for a relationship fell on deaf ears

and it was almost deafening the way should would tell me things that she should only mention to her forever

i used to joke

and tell her that was not

mr right

but i was mr right now

and i was going to be here for her

at least

until in the morning

but morning came quickly

and 12:01 AM

was still A.M.

and before the second hand pushed the clock to 12:02

there i was

getting dressed

and putting my close on faster than i came

oh you best believe i came

and went

leaving her to settle for any attention that i would give

she lied and told her friends

that we were friends

but we were just fucking

i mean the reality was

she was just the means to an end

see my heart had gone on strike

refusing to fall for that love shit again

broken hearts seem to beat slower than dead ones and i was tired of dying a slow death

but i could care less about who i killed in the process

moving on was a process

so i told HER to move on

i relegated her to being just an out of place after the club phone call

i refused to make her sunday mornings

she was only saturday night

so i told her to find someone else

someone that could love her the way love was intended

i finally told her

that we were just fucking

but the reality was

she was just my way

of getting over you

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