I worry like a college bachelor

Afraid of commitment

Afraid to say three words

Eight letters total

(The running joke is: so is bullshit.)

But that’s for bitter teenagers

Girls with too much eyeliner

I take offense to that.

Don’t judge.

Sorry. It’s what I’m good at.

Aren’t you?

I’ve been trying to be charming

For a long time now

When really

I didn’t need to be

Charming is a trait of

Sociopaths

(And wife-beaters

Before they begin their cycles)

SHE had her run of cycles

Dark chocolate

With a caramel filling

Blue eyes like mine

Well intended

Thoughtful

Walking slow

Arm in arm

But no.

No.

I am not him.

He is not me.

We are not connected

Except for those similarities

That could go for anyone

I don’t need to be debonair

Because at least

I’m honest

Right?

SHE is with me

Why shouldn’t I be with HER?