I try my best to understand men.
Especially the one I have in my life.
Just when I think I have a handle on it
He makes it clear I am mistaken
What I know and understand about men
in general, not just one man
could easily fill a grain of sand
with no overflow or spillage.
What I don't understand about men
is as wide and deep as the Ocean Blue.
Why do you write things in third person?
So you can say you didn't mean you?
Why do you lash out, apologize and then let us stew
and say you apologized so it is done, finished, over?
When I am still reeling and hurt, and the apology was like
a side note.
I really don't understand.
How do I believe you love me
when you say I think too much
and I ask too many questions
and you aren't always in the mood to kiss.
I do that, when with a guy I don't really love
and have to muster the strength to stand a kiss.
I ask questions to better understand you.
I think of everything going on and the paths it can all take
because I want to be prepared.
Prepared to respond positively in any situation,
and if caught off guard, I won't be.
Yes, that ocean of MeNotUnderstandingMen
is a vast, wild body of water
and I am not sure I will ever sail it's waters
from the IWantToKnow Shore to the
but I have the determination to put my skiff in the water
and hope the sea doesn't swallow me up.