What a Jerk

Torn between two, my life has come to a fork in the road force feeding me to choose.
Whose heart to break, maybe I can play some more, maybe take her on another date…
I search quick-slick answers to help me face her tears, her heart breaks whining out replaying my actions to my ears.
And all I can think of- are solemnly thoughts, all through the brain and never feelings coming from the lack of my heart.
I see it tare her apart. But I also am one who is torn, torn between the love of two…
This love triangle has become a mess, I found myself stuck in the middle, who knew?
She pours out her heart, I pour another glass.
I take another sip, wine slithering down my throat; I close my eyes and relax my mind.
Never dismayed, my mind remains on player time. Not in the room with her, instead out, aloof, picturing more hunnies, soon to call mine.
She leaves, the other calls, a smile forms of the new love being born.
Just over conversation, that soon brings me into temptation and out I go,
Running into her world where I am just a squirrel, a sneaky little rodent looking for a nut.
She has no clue, not at all an idea of when I leave her what I do-
The other cries, she smiles, they balance me out. Selfish I maybe, this I’m not in doubt.
But it’s all a game in which I play, I play well and well, I like to get laid.
I hear it all, but none of it really sinks in. They are all human and I, inhumane.
A little here, a lot more there, I switch up between the two and leave them all misconstrued.
I come home at night and as I lay in my bed, I smile.