The Intricacies of Love are Lost on the Hopeless Romantic
It’s so strange y’know?How that special feeling growsMight take weeks, months or even yearsBut with it always, fears You muster up the hope that, one dayThe words won’t make them go awayOr that you don’t hear the dreaded “Thanks”Or no, and all its other ranksLike nope, nada, sorry or neverOr maybe your delivery just wasn’t clever You still remember 10th gradeThat really good friend you madeShe was sweet and nice and funYou and her would lay in the sun One day, you took her handYou look her in her green eyes and“I think I like like you, will you be my girlfriend?”How could you know the friendship would end?It wasn’t your fault you developed feelingsIt was her fault, fuck her for peelingThe layers of wall you built all aroundHer fault for tearing them downYOUR FAULT FOR FUCKING LETTING IT HAPPEN!But that was 10th grade and now we’re men This one’s different, we even had sexShe had just broken up with her exShe needed a shoulder to lean onAnd in the morning, our troubles were gone I asked her to stay a bit longer“Sorry, I’ve gotta get to my job”I asked if I could call herTold her my name was BobShort for Robert, like the kingTold her she makes me want to singShe smiled, put on her bra and said“Of course, Bob, don’t want a stranger sharing my bed.”That was the last time I saw her