When a man tells you he loves you, it'll be the first time you hear this.
He's far too shy to tell you in person so instead
he writes for hours and then decides to text you.
And of course you will smile, because he sounds like he means it,
but you do not believe him.
Because a man has never handed those words to you, you ponder
You question the truth of his statements because you are not ready for his actions.
His statement; summer shine on your cold winter day but you beg for night
and you tell him that that you want another person.
His already failing self confidence folded like the letter he just wrote to you and you crumpled it up and turned it into a ball.
When a man tells you he loves you, you don't hear music, you hear the voices of boys who tell you to get involved in something meaningless.
Patience is something he was working on but, no, not for you.
When he asks, you tell him that you can't feel the same, and when he looks away, you let the words pour out of your mouth like white wine.
You remember that day your heart got lost in another person, but you don't realize the effect of your own actions.
That day you fell like a feather, landing softly, unaware of the damage done to the bird.
You used to think you were ready for a real man but when he asked you the question then you denied your very wish.
When a man tells you he loves you, you talk of other things, failing to make note of his wet-tissue heart, wet from his own tears, because he meant every single word of it.
He's a man, remember?
But you're not ready for a man, are you?