Men

Men

Mischievous like  rain on a lumerous summer day,

laughing like guests at a comedy show,

loving like a mother and her newborn child,

then lying like a little kid that stole from the cookie jar.

Yet we still seem to

tend to them.

Strong like a bodybuilder taking multiple steroids,

marvelous like waking up on Christmas Day,

matchless like the newest pair of Hunter boots,

then manipulative like an experienced car salesman short on sales.

Yet we still seem to

tend to them.

More confident than a beauty pageant queen,

boastful like that overachieving student with the highest grade,

blissful like the first day of summer vacation,

then bitter like a handful of dark chocolate.

Yet we still seem to

tend to them.

Comforting like a stuffed bear on a stormy night,

commoving like the few seconds before the huge drop of a rollercoaster,

chic like the daughter of a famous designer,

then carefree like a senior during their last few weeks in school.

Yet we still seem to

tend to them.

While furious we tend to notice

negatives,

but if we breathe,

we notice the slope toward

positives.