Late Inspiration

So I'm being a bleeding heart again. It's early morning in Cali and I just dreamed up this little piece. This is only the first draft written in 45 minutes but something that I enjoyed and will revise later:

Sharing is not caring.

Nor the calls from your secret lover at 4 am.

Or the way you dismissed us so casually

Yet claimed how you fought for me.

But truth is, you wanted our end more than me

because the walls of your mind had become so thin,

I could hear each thought creeping in.

Just as you crept into our bed

during those late night hours.

And I'm thinking my heart can't suffer more,

but I was wrong on that too

when she won the prize and got you

while I dealt with a cancelled dinner for two.

Here I was being stupid enough 

To try and hang on thinking I could swing the vote

Little did I know elections were a year ago.

And you said we had chance, needed time.

And I believed that same tired line

For years.

Don't bother apologizing

you've convinced me of my fears,

that there are people selfish enough to do as you've done.

But what's your life without YOLO and a little fun.

Friends perceived a bad start

but even tin has more heart

than what you put in.

Just admit you were always unsure

Because even then I was sharing you with her.