You smile,
Your lips,
Your unreadable flips,
Of tongue,
You're a bit too young,
But the fact I can't resist,
Makes me spun,
I'm undone every time,
You bring out my nearly,
Forgotten insecurity,
It's not fun,
But the smile,
Makes me melt,
Being stung,
Is worth everything,
Maybe I'm reading too deep,
Maybe you're shy,
Maybe you're feelings aren't deep,
After three dates ,

They shouldn't be,

I shouldn't be feeling,
Like a heap of ****,
Every time my vocal admiration,
Isn't returned,
If it wasn't suicide,
I'd just ask,
But true to form,
Anything that might possibly last,
Has to stay a gamble,
Every awkward moment,
Playing along to a lonely hearts ensemble,

I fumble,
Insecurity making me,
Tumble,
Over,
Everything I built up,
My heart doesn't give a ****,
All the work,
I'm undoing,
I stumble,
I mumble,
Uttering stupid comments,
When asked I can't stand for,
My wanting grumbles,
As I lead myself,
Into an all to familiar,

Rut,
I strut,
Around pretending to be confident,
But,
In my gut,
I'm an insecure little boy,
Trapped in the world where,
It's all about being cool,
Lest you don't want to end up a toy,
Of someones game,
Craving what makes the framework,
Of "how a man should pull",
It's the same every time,
I try,
To pry,
My way into the world of dating,

But no matter,
Why,
I always end up,
In the same pigs sty,
Of failed attempts,
At finding the former,
Of you and I......