Tricky Business Poem by Amy May

So here we sit: you and me, me and you.
You, so cool with the roll-ups you smoke.
And me, me I fumble with my menthol fags,
And choke on the ice in my coke.

One moment you are catching my eye
And making me wonder what it means.
The next, I am offering advice
On how to catch that other girl of your dreams.

Me, good solid old me,
The mate, the geezer bird, I know the deal.
I play the role so well, I always do
Inside the feelings are unrequited, but real.