Slammed & Split

The Catch

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Me?

I'm that guy.
The one girls' moms warn them about
when they go out,
because they don't want their girls
making the same mistake
that their moms did
so many years ago.

I got
redeeming qualities
buried beneath
the confident layers
that coerce cohabitation
or mutual admiration
for the skills or stories
that con-tin-ue conversations
when it would otherwise curtail.
Because tales told
tend to unravel the sail
that swoons
in the hearts of babes
when they don't know better
or do
but think better of it
because the fit is too clean;
a temporary tetris
before speed gets obscene
and you can't find a place
for each situation
that falls in your face
and you find yourself caught
at a blistering pace,
no victory possible,
only minimal space
for loss avoidance
and potential to save
a bad situation
into something salvagable
that could simply crumble
and leave you to stumble
knowing you've set a new record
for keeping self humble
in these futile rumbles.

But this is the moment,
a tem-por-ary suture
to forget the future
and leave the past
blasted by a moment moocher
who forces
legs apart like forceps
in an operation
that isn't clinical,
though everyone knows
it's a clinic run on you
by a guy nicknamed Doc
cuz he's so got damn smooth.
His patients get fever,
flush red and some chills;
great pleasure, some pain
and a lesson in skills.
But with some time,
their stress levels rise;
they start to realize
what they see with their eyes
just doesn't jibe
with what their heart tells them
through hunches and vibes:
that this isn't the one
for the rest of their lives,
it's just one situation
and they're along for the ride.
Cuz they sure can't drive
if they don't know where they're going
or can guess
but don't stress
themselves with the answer
even when it starts showing,
because attachment's been growing.
Those type of bonds
aren't easily broken.

There's no catch to this poem,
no Hollywood ending,
no good-hearted about face
and relationship mending.
But that wasn't quite
the product I'm vending,
just an attempt at lending
a bit of perspective
on where I'm at right now
and that any girl who dates me
should know how it's gon' go down.

See,
I'm that guy,
the one girls' moms warn them about
when they go out.
But they make mistakes with me
despite any doubts.