grow up

why do i constantly

have to be

the teacher

i teach you about girls

about their conniving ways

about their jealous betrayals

about their constant need for attention.

and after it all

i may as well have been talking to a wall

you're a smart guy

you have a good job

you have great relationships with others

you are responsible with finances and friendships

and yet you're blind

to the ways of womankind

you stare at the red, shiny apple

when you know you shouldn't

you fall into her trap

without even noticing the net

you view the situation

through your single rose colored lens

when will you wake up?

when will you realize?

when will you grow up?

hey you

don't try to figure them out

read them for what they are

you say a lot of things

i'm not sure you really mean

i need time to think this through

i've known people like you -

because you're like me

you think impulsively

but you're emotions are passionate

and what's ironic

is that those are traits desire

i need that fuel to light my fire

but sometimes two flames together

are a bit too much

and we'll eventually combust

into a pile of disastrous dust.

so forgive me

for thinking carefully.

and give me time

to figure out this tangled mind.

Leftovers

I’m a fridge full of leftovers.

There’s some rotten broccoli in the bottom drawer

And if you open it, you can be sure it’ll smell up the entire room

like a smelly broccoli boom.

There’s some fermented orange juice on the top shelf

Bulging and ready to pop its cap

At the simplest little aggravated tap.

And if you open the freezer you'll be sure to find

A nice layer of frosty frozen freezer burn

Which has ruined any flavor of food it has spurned.

These relationship leftovers are scattered in my heart

Just waiting to cause a mess;

Ruin all relationships to leave me loveless

They linger in the laziness of disposal

You want to throw them out;

to be rid of them no doubt

But each time, it’s easier just to close the door and walk away

Deal with them some other day.

But how long til someone stops risking to open the door?