Disappointment

I could easily write you a poem on my phone

But words could never convey what I’ve always known

That you could do bad all on your own

Girl, my face is your thrown

I can’t wait to get you alone!

But let’s switch zones

Baby, you are my home. 

Like ghosts you roam

And linger inside my mind and heart

Your very existence an art

The sounds you make

Your anatomical shape

The various grooves and shakes

Your body makes. 

Keep me far from sane

I’m just saying...

I could write it if I wanted to 

But I’m good cause I wanted you

And I’m rather horrible at reading cues

Let alone pen poems for you

So sorry for disappointing you