They say loyalty is the most important
I beg to differ

Honesty

If you can't give me that
Then you have nothing to give me

We're just friends from school
You think we're star-crossed lovers
Telling me we are meant to have children together
In a field of bluebottles and bluebonnets
It's like I'm speaking in nonets
To try to get to you
I would hate to ice your heart
But you can't tell anything apart
By telling me your unyielding love when you have a Man already
There is no chance of us going steady
There's plenty
Of other men who will become enticed by your ways
Even If we were to be one
We would become aged and you'd throw me away
For a more seemingly attractive man
Trust me, I know your entire plan
Don't get mad when I try to be with other women
Loyalty has me smitten
Your affection seems like a piton
And I won't fall into it
Honey, I hate to sever your ports
But I'm ending the eternal distort
That'll we'll be
Because I know truly
You won't want to be with me
Until the day I die
This isn't a blues poem, this is the truth
If you can be strong enough to cope
With this reality
You're more then welcome to watch from the sidelines
But don't you dare violate the guidelines.

it's thrilling!
the way the wind whips my messy hair
against my face,
   a long and tattered flag behind me
     still braving the weather.

the way we stand together,
hand in hand,
  and embrace the storm
   that thunders around us.
it sends vitality coursing through me.

you give me a thirst for life
that i have long forgotten.

you remind me
of what i was before,
  and take me back
   to a place i can't remember.

I have a hard time with differentiation
Between getting coffee
  And let's demolish 3 bottles of wine!
Between getting inspired
  And let's spend holidays seeing the country in a van!
Between getting butterflies
  And let's kiss on the face right now!

Surely,
There must be spectrums I can bisect
  Splitting
   Platonic Love from Romantic
   Sensory from Sensual
   And Casual from Committed
But they are not immediately apparent to me.

Regardless of type
All ships must be properly cared for,
So I will patch the holes
Man the sails,
And try not to rock the boats
Too terribly hard.

My feelings and thoughts are running in constant loop
They're mixed up and messy like alphabet soup
and the noodles don't clearly spell out L-I-K-E

Just when I think my head's sorted out and right
The word "love" tries to invade in another bite
Ughh! What the hell is up with me?!


Here's a bit of food for thought:
Do I like you or do I not?
I want others to know you're romantically "mine"
but the problem is I'm not romance inclined..



See, things get confusing when platonic and romantic mash
So, irritated, I throw my bowl in the trash