you can never say “i’ll call you”
to some women without them
shrugging their shoulders and saying,“whatever…”
you can never say “i love you”
to some women without them
rolling their eyes and saying, “uh heh…”
you can never say “i’ve been thinking about you”
to some women without them
tsking their tongues and saying, “yah, right.”
you can never say “i miss you”
to some women without them
smirking and saying, “no, you don’t.”
some women just blow into your apartment
like the tasmanian devil and want to know
when you’re going to put your tongue down there,
then look at the clock and say,
“ohmigod, it’s late, i gotta go.”
and as their shaky fingers clasp
their push-up bras, sometimes they say,
“this wasn’t supposed to happen.”
when you ask them why,
they sigh, and walk out your door,
never to be heard from again.
