Third wheel

making me priority wasn't a negotiable 

you obviously didn't heed my words

I told you I'm at my wits' end

You said "babe you're making a big deal"

"Oh I'm so sorry if I'm upset about being the third wheel 

with my own boyfriend"

dinners and ice cream dates and grocery stores

he might as well tag along us in bed at this point 

you look in his eyes as you make conversation 

you make breakfast for three, when you're with me

I remember when you called him to make sure he had a ride home

I don't remember the last time you picked me up without being asked 

at this point you might as well kiss his lips

as you move closer to him to show him this cool reel

while I sit there feeling like the third wheel 

in my own relationship

-maithili 

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