A Knot Of Emotions

We sat on the floor,
tangled up in each other,
a knot of emotions
desperate for release.

And the more we kissed,
The more we talked,
the more confused we became.

He loved me. He loved her.
He loved her first.
He loved me now

I loved him. I hated her.
I hated him for loving her.
I loved him for loving her still.

He wanted me. He needed me.
He needed more to go to her, let her
know he loved her still.

I wanted him. I needed him.
I wanted him to forget her, needed
more to let him tell her he loved her.

When he asked me to go
along, some masochistic
piece of me agreed...