Being nice
Is like saying
I'm lying
Just to make you feel better,
And that
Pisses
Me
Off!
There is a ton of things
I could say
You have such
Expressive eyes
Your hair is so thick
And gorgeous
I love your smile…
Or so many other things.
But it's true what
They say
About a good pair
Of shoes
They make you walk
And feel different
About yourself
And today
When you walked in'
It was with a saunter
And the click,
Click, click,
Of sexy.
It wasn't just me
I wasn't the only one
Who said as much…
“It's not that you're lying,
you are just being nice.”
Then the staring contest
A test of wills,
And I look into the mirror
To see if I should
Really say
What can't be faked
And the delicate
Balance of appropriateness.
You are sexy.
I know that you
Have set yourself
Against impossible standards
That aren't fair
To any woman.
Maybe it is wrong
To tell you
How I know
Its true,
But I have
This poem,
And every time
I read it,
I will think of this day
And how the sight
Of you made me feel,
And know in my heart
That you are sexy
Even if you will
Never believe
Me
To be true.
