strikeouts

oh girl you got a secret i'm unable to keep up with
in some rare moments, i'm prone to believe i have you,
working up my charm and one-liners.
but my certainties are premature and i carry disappointment.
i give you gifts and space, work the room to your way, and you still reject all of my advances and i'm in defeat.

is this the work-up with every one of your conquests?
why do you bother to make a momentum, only to instill heightened remorse and contempt?
it's all an incredible shame.
from the amount of faith i placed to how undeniably attractive you are,
the moments i looked at you with wonder and excitement,
you're only a stupid little game of run and chase.

no wins, no gains, just a streak of horrible losses.
a scoreboard adorning embarrassing unsuccessful plays.
strikeouts and fouls.
i'm out.

04-2015