a serious love affair

he's looking at me with these big doe eyes,
batting his lashes.
I'm thinking, he's like a girl.
He's in love with me.
Lately, seems like everyone
is in love with me.
Except, of course.
As I sit, book in hand,
I try to look him in the eye,
give him the kind of
treatment I would like.
He's not so bad.
He's just not.
And I'm not sure if I
weren't so haunted
I would like him.
There's got to be some kind
of route to bring us
back, I'm thinking.
No matter how many variations,
we all get to the same outcome.

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