GREAT FRIEND, TERRIBLE HUSBAND, GOOD FATHER

 

Often times I wonder why I can’t be yours! 

Time and time again, I’d make weird

narratives about your flaws.

I continue to wonder -  what about you is so wrong?  

I figured!

You make for a great friend, 

You strike me as a comedian.

You are almost the perfect friend.

But great friends don’t make great partners.

If you ask me, our heart differs. 

When I see your brokenness, I am torn apart.

I hate to be the one who tries to put you together.

For once, since forever, I desire that you’d tell me 

How much you desire a forever.

I wish you’d carelessly be willing to pay the price.

To not hold on to your silly past, 

Your inadequacies and broken heart.

I think you make a great friend, 

But you’d make a terrible husband. 

You know what I mean.

You don’t stand a chance in things I intend becoming.

Not to brag, but you can tell it.

I hate spending half of the time with you,

All for counselling.

And the only time we ever have time, 

You are second guessing what I am.

It’s like you are broken to maximum.

That you cannot speak my love language.

I bet you that until heaven comes.

I can romance your dead cells to life.

But that would be a practical case of giving my all.

To someone who would make me hurt. 

I would hate that for myself.

I would go ahead to become dead myself.

I think you’d make a good father.

Sometimes, even the deadest of men would.

Because sometimes, all you need to raise a kid,

Is to tell them the bitterness of their mother, get 

them gifts and ask them to call you father. 

You would make for a great friend,

A disaster of a husband.

Even in my lust for you,

I clearly see the things you have no might to do.

I know you ask me often what you can do.

I’d tell you here and again.

Be a better man than the words you say.

I hate my guts for the trust it has in you.

At least, it’s smart enough to know, 

A forever with you means no good.