Delayed Rejection
I didn’t aim to seem
So heartlessly so mean
But you have to try and understand
That when you’ve been hurt so often by a man
You find it hard to sit and trust
That something could be more than just lust
You have to deal with me and try to accept
As I try to deal with the way you just crept
Your way into this heart of mine
With an unfortunate lack of time
Between the wrecking blasts
The ones that seem to lambaste
My very recognition of existence
Can’t you see why I keep my distance?
It’s not you, but it’s not me either.
(Though I do grow so weary of always taking a breather.)
It’s just all these men, no, boys.
The one who act like children with new toys.
Something’s just great when it’s shiny and filled with glory.
But as it dulls with time it grows boring.
And they throw them away like three-day-old bread.
And no objection is ever to be said.
So you have to understand why I retreat with such objection.
I just can’t handle one more delayed rejection.
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