The last time we had sex, I came, to my senses.
This thing that we have, you called it "friends with benefits", but really we're not friends, and the benefits are... debatable.
I realized a while ago that when we're together the strongest connection we have is the Wi-Fi, but here I was thinking that one day I could be your wife, I put it down, flipped it, reversed it,
I mean I gave it to you so good you could have thought I rehearsed it.
When we were naked I saw everything except the truth, the naked truth that no matter how many times you come you still won't come home to me.
The truth that no matter how many times I let you in you still don't know what my last name is, that no matter how many times we do this you still don't know where my birthmark is.
Thy say that if you don't know the purpose of something, abusing it is inevitable, so how I used sex to get closer to you how could I have thought this thing wasn't impenetrable.
When your name would pop up on my phone I would drop everything and be there like duty calls, you said friends with benefits but really I felt like more of a glorified booty call.
So I can honestly say I shortchanged myself. The only difference between me and a hoe was that you didn't pay me, I mean you sold to me dreams I couldn't afford so could you blame me?
It's ironic how I'm sad about our breakup but we were never together. All this time I thought you broke my heart but maybe it was never even together.
On the bright side, now that it's over at least we don't have to pretend. I've seen this movie a hundred times so I should have known it was coming to an end.