Women are confusing
What they like, what they think
Who they want and why they want them
Why that changes with a drink
Does it matter that I want her
If I can't afford her time
She laughs when I attempt it
Yet for him it seems just fine

It’s better not to go there
To highlight her mistake
She looks me up and down, says no
But his watch is just as fake
Our heights are just as average
Our beards as hit or miss
Haircuts merely days apart
Could be a pity kiss

There’s no way she was wasted
She’s only had two drinks
Their laughs seem idiotic
God knows what he thinks
Maybe he misled her
Or he’s richer than I thought
Kindness won’t make them love you
These things have to be bought

How do I know you?
Where have we met?
Those eyes, that gesture
Paths crossed, this I bet
You avoid my glance, I linger
Please do not think I stare
This familiarity
Becomes too much to bear

I endeavour to move closer
Your limbs twitch away
I do not mean to startle
But may I ask your name?
You do not want to know me
I wonder why this is
My advances trigger
Good will goes amiss

The moment arises
I steal your time alone
I ask “why do you shrug me”
You say “you are the home,
I ran from fervently
No stake in to return”
A ghost of you would converse
The present you has learned

My tongue is prisoner to my teeth
Lips pursed tight enough to hold
Back words I do not mean
Blooming from hurt unaddressed

Yes, you are right
I mean this not facetiously
But could I be right too?
Is there a middle ground to breach?

Your years hold wisdom I am yet to seek
I cannot share the fruit from your labour
Though your plate overflows
And you offer from an open palm

My frustration is my own
Thank you for your interest
Though it comes delivered wrapped
In paper that cuts my fingers