Intimate Strangers. Poem by Christian K. Montiel

Intimate Strangers.

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Into the dark is where we end up, strip out
From our clothes but I remember yesterday
You don't even want to speak to me.
Funny that we end up this way, foolish me
Thinking that this is going to be a romantic dinner
But now we are here two strangers that find in
Each other what we were looking for.
Best friends with 'benefits are what we became
But I wonder why now after your best friend wrap
You head around with nonsense about me
You don't want to be with me and now you are
Messing around with your husband best friend.
I call you once, I call you twice maybe I call you for
The last time, you mood swings has become a
New challenge for me besides dealing with this
Situation between us.
I guess we became one after we were strangers
From the nowhere and now after long time
I still talking to you, every time you feel down
But I hope one day our friendship don't die
So we can become intimate strangers one more night.

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Christian K. Montiel

Christian K. Montiel

Tampico, Tamaulipas, Mex.
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