Im not gon' write a poem about you. Uh uh. I'm not about to allow you to make me FEEL And allow you to fill Me up In such a way that my subconscious has to throw you up and onto a page Nope I'm not about to write a poem for you Nooo siree, you see I've made that mistake Prior.
When I was young and silly and hopeful.
I went and bought a fancy pen The kind that writes so smoothly and makes my cursive extra pretty, but you know it bleeds?
I thought the ink that dripped from MY pen once it soaked through It would sort of seal us in the paper Like I said, I was mistaken so No.
I'm not about to write a poem for you TOO
And just leave myself exposed? I mean who knows if I replace those little tiny "o"s for hearts over my "i"s when I dot em that soon you could care less For the stress on my esteem after you're mean leaving the apples of my cheeks with salty tears streaming down them So naw'l I refuse to tell the world how you made me blush when your lips found them. Or how we had so much in common It was raining but we just kept walking You made me laugh until I was coughin' I ain't gonna do it I've learned its better to not let you soften-
But instead I mold bricks cause it seems noone wants to actually bring any GOOD to it. Seems 9 times out of ten all they want to DO Is to do IT when all I want is you to put my hand in yours and stare into my eyes and search my heart and not my thighs I'm not gonna try
And make this something more than what is was.
Just because of what I felt the warm and fuzz of flirty words spoken over Patty melts? It was nice. But I dont think that warrant's you a poem.
Not an admonition of my humanness Not another proclamation of my foolishness
for allowing myself to think, dare I say hope that those two hours of my precious life were 2 not wasted? And Not worth the energy for me to store the memory in the best way made for me to preserve it? A poem? How am I supposed to know that you deserve it?
But how can I resist within that moment?
After reflectin' on my day I find my mind keeps pressing replay on those two hours in Ferndale And how we talked until nightfell. Forgot to feed the meter cause what is time? Hell I was frozen by you, guy. I digged my nose into your life and just kept goin.
You had the audacity to inquire about my dreams and all my passions and what makes me get up outta bed every morning
So I HAD to ask you back
And I listened And I enjoyed what you said And as we parted ways I had to immediately LIE and document it in my head Under "non-important"
It was nice
But don't let yourself get excited
Felt like I was on cloud 9 but gotta hide it Come off the high Cause what if in the end it's unrequited?
and I'm upset with you Regretting you No. HATING you for letting me feel slighted Yeah you tried it.
I mean YOU didn't.
At least not yet...
I just don't wanna write another poem that I'll want to forget.