Girls And Love Poem by Eli MorenoDrew

I would consider myself
inexperienced,
if I were to rate my love-life.
if I loved every girl I kissed,
only a couple would come to mind.

but for every girl that I turned my head for,
for every girl I talked to
with tremendous nervousness and awkwardness,
I would have a school bus' worth.

if they knew how well I could treat them,
if they knew how much love I could give them,
I would like to think that they would stay.

but I've yet to tell them.
I banter, joke, alcoholically lubricate, flirt,
but they smile and go for the man with
big arms or hats on backwards.

I don't drive a car,
I don't have a job,
but I can love anyone
with such enormity and discipline
that it's astounded some.

yet,
there's a guy with facial hair,
drinking a tall can of
some expensive beer,
and the girls sit cross-legged,
feeling themselves get warmer
and damper.

most girls don't want love.

give them a heart, and they'll smile.
give them something to look at, and they'll melt.