The Confessions of a Relationship Counselor

In midst of February’s holiday Red rose and chocolates are everywhere A group of Couples walking down the street Where cupid shoots them as they turn away A husband buys his wife a teddy bear Or takes her to a sidewalk café for a treat Love is in the air every sight and sound Love is in the air as people look around But surface level beings is all you see They come expose their misery to me A clinic filled with brides and grooms to be As they sit and wait for their turn to vent Rethinking if they made the correct choice Remembering the times of jubilee As I give them my advice and consent A few refuse it while others rejoice Some wonder if they are wasting their time Or look as if they committed a crime They are all so different as can be Just like the fishes in the Baltic Sea The Cheater, morals show complete respect He caresses his young pretty woman As if he could never love another But he has a marriage full of neglect A wife that knows nothing of his demon He says “we are perfect for each other” But who does that perfection allude to? He declares he likes his women in two His ideology: pure intellect “Trust me” he instills, this will lie unchecked His anxiety shows his real psyche He lies to himself saying it will work But he keeps faith that he does nothing wrong They will never find out; it’s unlikely The cheater will never agnize what lurks The Jealous one, her boyfriend, always wrong Her accusations are expressed with hate She says “He is always with her” they date It’s apparent that he ruined it all He would be the one who is quick to fall He shouldn’t be allowed to be with friends States it is his fault and is left broken She wants everyone to give her pity But is everything about her pretend? Disfavors toward her are left unspoken Honestly, she can reflect quite witty There is no sympathy for the poor boy She blames him for everything, like a toy Of course, there is no guilt on her behalf The situation leads people to laugh The Innocent one, never to be touched Just follows the standard prerequisites But you can’t judge someone by what you see Just like the others, she wants to be clutched She doesn’t think innocence as she sits She will mask what she really wants to be She wears her dark jeans and light green t-shirt But she wants to wear that short mini-skirt She asks, why can’t she be that sexy girl Forbidden roles unable to twirl. ‘Cause She wants to be more than sweet innocence She wants to relate to what others do But how can she change a role that she plays With a word filled with complete insolence She clings to her trait as if it were glue If only she could throw it all away! She is the Flirty one, giving false hope And she says they need to learn how to cope They fall for her trap, only to fall short But she says she isn’t acting that court Her alluring tone could catch anyone Yet she believes she speaks just like a bro The attire she chooses grabs their eyes She thinks she resembles that of a nun The other girls think she reached a new low Leading on all those boys with sneaky lies She doesn’t think she plays with their feelings Soon, all the lies will reach the top ceiling Then she will have realized her mistakes To discover what really was at stake The lesson here is you reap what you sow He is Oblivious; can’t understand The way he lets his girl walk over him But he says “I know her all too well”, so, “What could go wrong? We have made many plans” He can’t complain, she has him by the limb He describes his girlfriend with upmost pride If he knew who she is, he would have cried He is just a pawn in her little game But he still believes she is quite the dame What will be the outcome if he finds out? It’s not possible, he is way behind He is certain she is not unfaithful Her honestly is something he can’t doubt When it comes to her he is way too kind A man so kind lives a life so wasteful She is Clingy, the way she drags him down Already measuring her wedding gown She says she cannot stand those clingy ones But what does that make her? The one that runs? If he isn’t with her, she watches him With surrounding eyes that follow him close Almost like sadistic-voyeurism She punishes him and captures his whim He says her attitude comes with great pros There is no individualism Come one, come all, he has no liberty That has to be some kind of causality Slowly she bases her life off of his She will not stop until she is his Ms. But of course, she detests those clingy ones