You are the kind of person
Who craves
Adrenaline
The rush of finding
Something new
The hunger in chasing
What you want

I am not new
I am a comfort
A familiarity
A constant
Nothing new
No adrenaline
Like an old book
Or an old shoe
That always seems to fit

I do not want to be an old shoe
I bore you
And I'm no rush
You don't have to chase
What has always been
So easy

I don't have anything
To excite you with
You don't have fun
Flirting with me
I can't help but wonder
If it's me you want to love again
Or the idea of me