I don’t even know
what we’re arguing about.
Frankly
I’m shocked we have to talk about it.
Let me break it down:
we didn’t agree we were exclusive.
No promises were made.
No coupons were exchanged.
I feel guilty
that you’re hurt, sure,
but am not prepared
to take responsibility for your feelings.
You invested in me
precisely what you wanted to
irregardless of what
I offered in return.

You had no reason
to expect anything from me.
We had no contract
nor rings on fingers.
Your expectations
were unwarranted
and, in retrospect,
a little selfish
don’t you think?
Who are you
to make these demands on me?

In fact
I think I’m pretty big
in not requiring an apology from you
for what you said after accusing me
of sleeping with your room-mate,
sister, aunt and grandmom
(only half of which were true,
I might add).
So anyway
I forgive you.
What’s for dinner?