Dating : Mixed Messages; a poem,

Mixed Messages; a poem,

White or black,
Of shades of gray,
Why do my thoughts,
Get in my own way?

I thought we were something,
Special and unique,
Miles apart,
While your just up the street.

What does he give you,
That I somehow lack,
Was it something I said,
Could I take it back,

Should I say I am sorry,
For what, I don’t know,
I just know that I miss you,
Why did you go?

Distorted my efforts,
Confused my resolve,
Like I am trapped in a puzzle,
I am too dumb to solve.

Perhaps I overthink,
What hurts like a fist,
A blow to the head,
Is that to you, do I exist?

I was there when you were broken,
I was there with your joy,
All I wanted was my arms around you,
Yet that got destroyed.

He entered the picture,
And I was cut out,
I don’t even know
What that’s all about,

I can’t compete with memory,
I can’t fight what has come to pass,
I thought I was more than this,
Somehow we would last.

Are we too different,
Or somehow too much the same,
All these thoughts and doubts,
Rattle in my brain.

Just give me an answer,
Tell me what you want,
Don’t tease or insinuate,
Do not joke or taunt,

Just tell me plainly,
Let me know where I stand,
I promise you won’t see me cry,
I be the better man.

a poem by D. Wyn. Price, All Rights Reserved, 2020.