Frustrated Love
There you go again.
How can I ever win?
You get upset about the smallest things.
You don’t understand what it means.
Is it all men or is it just me?
You can’t seem to comprehend, see.
Anything I say you take the wrong way.
The same thing happens every day.
If I try to say a romantic thing,
You suspect I’m having a fling.
I say the words are meant for you.
You think I am treating you like a fool.
Sweet nothings won’t fly.
I won’t even give them a try.
You will fly into a rage.
Ask me if I’m engaged.
Nothing could ever apply to you.
You will not be made the fool.
I decided to write you a letter.
I couldn’t think of anything better.
When the time was right, I gave it to you.
You said “Who is this letter to?”
Your name was right at the top.
You thought that was an afterthought.
“Why would you write a letter to me?”
“You see me every day, don’t you see.”
I tried again to say what I felt.
You wouldn’t accept it, though I knelt.
Anything sweet could never be about you.
You demanded to know what I was up to.
Sweet nothings won’t fly.
I won’t even give them a try.
You will fly into a rage.
Ask me if I’m engaged.
Nothing could ever apply to you.
You will not be made a fool.
I asked you why I can’t say sweet
things about you? “I am not a cheat.”
“How come you never do then?”
I almost did a double back flip again.
“Something here just isn’t right.”
She said “Are you trying to start a fight?”
“No, I just want a normal girl.”
‘What? Don’t I give you a thrill?”
I was to dumbfounded to reply.
She said “You are the apple of my eye.”
“And you’re sweet as honey, Bunny.”
“Who is Bunny?”———Aarrrgh!!!—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)