one day I will make you dinner.
the next, I will choose TV shows
               over spending time with you;
then maybe next week
               I'll write you a love song
and after I'll forget
               to return your call.
some days I'll read poetry to your voicemail --
some days I'll be an hour late for drinks.

I am a sometimes-girl.
      the kind with too many pairs of shoes
               who forgets to water her plants and
               who will love you
               several days a week -- but
               maybe not the others.
and you need to know that I know that you
deserve
something better.

I will keep you waiting;
I will frustrate you, and
I promise, I'm not worth the trouble.

still, I hope you'll stick around.