I have always looked at something, and seen something
that wasn’t there
at first, it was disappointing
that my imagination, didn’t materialize
I tried to make things happen
and now, my expectation, has changed
the rotation of the world
it doesn’t make me feel better
I’m just an observer—
My colleague enters my office, and screams— “When were you going to tell me!?”
“Look, these papers only came in just yesterday.”
She calms down, and leaves. I’m glad I don’t live with her. She’s been divorced twice.
The girl I like, doesn’t like me.
I’ve asked her out four times in three years.
She keeps avoiding me
avoiding, anything romantic.
I would ask someone else out, but the women I see
smiling at me,
Maybe, the girl I like, thinks the same thing.
My best friend tells me, I could get a “10”
but where are the 10s? The girl I like is only a 7—but she has many other qualities
Maybe, I’ll write The Great Gatsby, like F. Scott Fitzgerald
and my Zelda will go insane
and ruin my career.
Anything, worth doing, is worth doing for love
but most everything, I’ve ever loved
has not loved me back.
“I’m a good guy, right?”
“You’re a great guy!” My friend says.
Before him, I didn’t have any input
I want the world a certain way
but it keeps turning
like empty promises
like children laughing
on a merry-go-round
when I’m not there.
I won’t ride this ride, if I’m too tall
will do me in
I don’t care.