When will you call it an end?

I met a man from a sovereign land
We had beer and small talk
Till he noticed my lashes
And called me beautiful.
Then we had beer and real talk
He told me I should leave you
Not for him, but for me
Not for you, but for love

Then you and I had beer
And you started to talk small…
About my ‘big’ ideas
Schooling me on your uniqueness
In contrast to the rest of us.
Schooling me on emotions
In contrast to what is left of us.

I met a man from a sovereign land
He told me he sees how I feel for you
He told me he sees that you’re not feeling me.
He told me he hears what I don’t speak
He appeased me in Haiku;
Someone will find you
Who loves you firstly, selfless.
But it won’t be him

I found you in my bed
Naked and drunk-
Your favorite juxtaposition.
I slept in my clothes and never changed pose
Refusing to give you the benison
That you have yet to give me.