It is frustrating , exhilarating-
I get baffled okay, cannot react the best way,
Silence, it makes coping easier,
Your constant prodding and pricking my head ;
Questions which I can’t seem to answer,
Did you know , your talking wrecks my brain,
I need some rest, not an IQ testing late at night,
Still we talk , I mean respond to your questions
Isn’t that conversation enough?
We meet when you want us to,
As a man I do my part well of listening,
At least you don’t get to complain,
You might not be doing well, but you are an adult,
A women ought to dissolve her mental difficulties , herself;
As if I could ever help you with that,
And don’t you dare compare me to others,
You know fairy tales are not true
You ask me not to call and the next moment you want me to
Is ‘Lunatic’ the new adjective for you?
Loving you almost comes naturally, to me
Present seems alright, future is yet to come,
Why don’t we just enjoy the way things are?