You claim you are  not/

ready, but you still fish for/

matches. I see you.

How often must I/
electronically erase/
persons from my life?

I APPRECIATE YOUR HONESTY.
AND I WILL BE HONEST: YOU ARE AFRAID OF ME.
YOU ARE AFRAID I WILL GET MAD,
BE UPSET,
RESPOND THE WAY YOUR PAST GUYS HAVE,
AND YOU STILL DON’T GET
THAT I’M NOT LIKE THAT.

AND UNTIL YOU SEE
THAT ABOUT ME,
I WILL JUST BE ANOTHER GUY
WHO SUCKS YOU DRY
WHO TAKES AND TAKES AND TAKES.
BUT THERE’s YOUR MISTAKE.

I’M NOT THAT GUY./
AND I DON’T WANT
TO TRY/
TO BE. /
I JUST HOPE SOME DAY YOU’LL SEE/
ME.

I really liked you./
You were fun, ’til you were gone./
Then I was empty.

When I don’t hear from/
ones I care for, I miss them,/
but apply no guilt.

Hi. Do you ever/
in your busy day want to/
just hear me say: “Hi!”?

Tastes collided, like/
a chocolate tongue and sav’ry,/
moist lips, in my mouth.

Cupcake frosting is/
not meant to adorn grapefruit,/
yet, strangely, it works.

Those who bear so much/
burden, pain and stress, should learn/
to share these things, too.

No matter how bad/
or good your day is going,/
I’m thinking of you.