caught in the middle

I abso-fuckin'-lutely don't know where to stand. BFFs fighting on my left, BF rumble on my right, see what I mean? That I did not incur on my own, believe me it's their doing and I should turn my back and not care nonetheless but I DO. Endless? I know! You should see the halftime that I've been to. Very remarkable! So really am caught in the middle to meddle.


CASE 1: BFF
One falsified, the other got fibbed! Both have points and am on the edge of sanity! It will be overrated if I flank with one and cause a gulf war if I get my boots to the other. Getting particular would mean getting hurt. No one wants to stoop down from their lofts. Ingesting my dilemma so far? Aargh! Me no likey one bit of it! I wish they could just patch things up and get done with it. I mean what is a 10-ish years of boy watching and hunting, almost-to-fart laughs, incessant gossip, late night partying, diva-off Saturdays, puke-drenched moments and the failures as well as the triumphs just despoiled to thin air.We've been there and done all of them! Even shared a toy or two(wink*wink)! Boys would still be on top of the list but we don't fight over them. RULE #1. NEVER FIGHT OVER BOYS. Constantly reminded they will be boys and will be boys on that matter.


So pitiful to see that to waste. A bond like that ain't easy to distinct. I guess in time. Forgive and forget don't apply to us no more. We're past beyond that but hopefully everything will turn out right. They say all good things comes to an end, sanguinely not. It took years and most of the lifetimes that we had just to flush it to atrophy. I won't take sides though, park at your own risk, I will lend a hand and drop a tear if need be but never complicate things out. They call me a SAFE-shifter but a compliment for me. Trouble and intrigue is already my middle name and am not  topping it off with another one.


CASE 2: BF
The typical type. I mean the usual. TOP checks someone out, BOTTOM goes beserk. I told you, it's the vernacular: INVIDIOUS. I am not against relationship nor I am bitter that I don't have any. Being alone does not translate to being lonely it's how you make of it that matters and that's the pulchritude of life. I get mine once in awhile and YES not every leap year thank you very much. So the story goes. Me as a medium of peace, tried but was never quite succesful, there was the walk out, the yelling, the pushing, the pointing fingers and all that jazz. Name it, done. Damn these damsels when on a catfight, read:HEADACHE! As in! Take note this happened in the middle of a busy street, a highway, beat that! Even suicide was the name game. OMG! That was definitely not my theatrical debut.


Good thing everyone settled in, pride's bruised and ego's marred. Logic won. Armistice reigned. Still one thing I have learned from these lovebirds, pride and prejudice really won't attain anything. 
Sorry can.


CASE CLOSED. AM OUT.