You talk of video games,
Of action movies and Batman.
You talk about Billie Joe,
And girls I cannot stand.
I'm sick of being addressed,
By cuss words that you throw.
I'm waiting for you to see,
That I'm your girl, not your bro.
And of course time and then,
There is love that's more of lust.
I'm waiting for you to know,
There is a heart beneath my bust.
I'm waiting for you to look,
At my hand that's not been held.
I'm waiting for you to wipe,
My tears from when you yelled.
I'm waiting for you to smile,
When you see me walking to you.
I'm waiting to be hugged,
And to keep the old things new.
I'm waiting for you to love me,
And if you can't, let me know,
Am I your fist bump bestie,
Or your use and throw hoe?
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I'm sorry for tha' now,
But I thought you knew me,
And understood me somehow.
I was never book-smart,
And had the emotional span of a tooth-pick,
But still ya fell for me,
Like a bug attracted to a glowing matchstick.
The day I asked ya out,
Trying to impressing you wearing tha' uncomfortable suit,
You smiled your special smile and saw right through it,
And told me tha' even in ma torn jeans i look just as cute.
You asked me ta stop pretendin',
And never be anythin' other than me,
You even enjoyed ma Ghetto lisp,
Ya din't know how much tha' set me free.
I thought ya knew how ma stupid li'l mind worked,
Hoes come and go but bros are foreva',
Tha's all i knew 'bout companionship,
You being so important to me i treated ya like a bro wheneva'.
How'd I know you never liked video games and batman,
You never said so,
Even if ya had liked tha' Mills and Boons,
I woulda swore, but for you I would have given it a go.
I am sorry if ya think all i eva' felt for you was lust,
But you were no saint of celibacy either,
Afterall ya din't hook up with me for ma brains,
Don't thinked i missed when ya showed me off ta yer friends neither.
I'm sorry tha' I yelled at ya,
But I thought you saw the shame in ma eyes,
The guilt, the frustration when i did it,
But couldn't express 'cause ya know, a bro neva' cries.
I knew ya were not happy but you neva' told me why,
I tried ta ask you, you just shook yer head no,
When'll you understand girl, ya have to tell it to the guy,
'Cause the man often can't see the obvious, Mamma said so.
Answer me girl, talk to me girl, slap me till ya make me understand,
And once I do, I'll do whateva' it takes to get us a fresh start,
'Cause however shriveled you now think it is,
Deep in my chest I too have a heart.
p.s. :- I am really, really, really sorry! But I just couldn't resist my lame attempt at poetry. Your words were so compelling that I had to give a reply. Hats off to you and I hope you forgive me. :-)
But I will address it as a piece of fiction and not as a solution to whatever situation my poem suggests.
You don't know me, or my place :)
Keep penning down more..