Fiends With Benefits Poem by Cyrus Diaz

Fiends With Benefits



What do we mean
To each other? A friend
A lover, a friend
With benefits?
Or perhaps stranger,
I can’t read her mind,
Nor she can read mine.
Does he love him still?
When we’re love making,
Was it him she’s thinking,
Was it him she’s dreaming,
I never know…
I never ask…

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