i like to write bad poetry.

[quixoticjade]

she squints her eyes when she concentrates
looks up at you through her bangs.
out of the corner of her eye she'll mock you
and you don't come out on top.
you can't give her what she wants.

she skips when the sun smiles down
kicks through puddles when it rains.
she'll run and flail at your vulgarities
and you won't come out on top.
you can't give her what she wants.

she cries at any sentimentality
laughs at any joke you crack.
she'll deny it, though, if you bring it up
and you won't come out on top.
you can't give her what she wants.

she whiles away calculus class
writing pages and pages in verse.
she'll disapprove, though, if you're not there
and you won't come out on top.
you can't give her what she wants.

she won't cuddle unless you start it
won't kiss you unless you kiss her first.
she'll shy away, to see if you care,
and when you dont,
you won't come out on top.
because you can't give her what she wants.

she wants to be able to trust in you
confide in you
to be your best friend.
she wants to feel comfortable with you
motivated by you
her best around you.
she wants to belong with you.
she wants all of you.
...and that's something you can't give.

you'll never come out on top.