F-Buddy

I loved him.

But he was never mine.

A married man.

A bisexual in denial.

A certified asshole.

But I loved him.

I listened to his angst.

I absorbed all his anxieties.

I sucked his arrogance.

Still, I loved him.

He used me as his diversion.

He made me his distraction.

He screwed me into destruction.

After all, I loved him.

We were friends.

We were never lovers.

We were just f-buddies.

But hey, I loved him.

I loved him.

He was never mine.

I love him.

He will never love me back.