It is a hard thing to do
To give up on you
When there’s no one else
I want to look to
I wish there could be
Somebody new
To capture me
So I wouldn’t have to be
So hung up on you
Nowhere slowly
Always going to
I’ll never get to you
Obviously
You don’t want me to
A decision made by you
You got your reasons
Probably good
Shoulda coulda woulda
Should
Doesn’t apply
And you are not a stupid guy
Your judgement is clear and sound
I wish you expressed in some way
That you liked me hanging around
But I get it
Everyone would know
And maybe my obsession will grow
Unhealthy
Or maybe it’s been so all along
Ya boi won’t associate with me
Obviously
I cannot see
What I really be
And still believe
I’m heading somewhere
Slowly

I’m not worried about you
My care is more personal
You’ve proven your chops
You’ve got it all
Choices, especially
You’re probably
Mostly right
For not wanting me
And the nutty ride
That might turn out to be  
But the good news is
I’m also not worried about me

Some days
There are shadows of spiders
Hanging peripherally
Almost to where I sort of see
And I haven’t yet figured
If they’re friendly

There is obviously
A deep-rooted incompatibility
Between you and me
I trust your judgment
You know you
Better than I do

I am glitter on Birkenstocks
A snazzy suitcase filled with rocks
A staircase leading anywhere
Dim for most the way there
Sometimes “who knows?”
Is the bestest place to go
Birkenstocks are comfortable
And diamonds are rocks too
What you think of me
Mostly
Depends on you

There goes my Mister
Walking by
Giving me a suspicious eye
I cannot imagine what he sees
Or if he even looks at me
Really
My mister he may be
But I am not his lady

We are one
Within these words
The spell of poetry
The best I can do
When we are really two