I feel so anxious around you,
There is so much I want to say and I’d still feel true (to myself),
But alas! I sometimes just can’t grasp the importance of saying I just want to hook up.
Sometimes I rationalise and say it’s because there must be more to my interactions,
Not necessarily a committal side to the carnal association,
But a long conversation; one that varies more in subject than intonation,
But really, I only end up complicating, protracting and eventually eradicating the chances of it being a favourable situation,
I throw in unnecessary feelings and create a tangle that just stirs a cauldron of my own misplaced indignation,
And really, all it would take is an honest confession; I’m not filing a request for co-habitation
I guess I fear what you’d think of me: how am I being so base when clearly there is so much more to thee,
But unfortunately, I fail to decide for myself and fear no one else more than you — cripplingly;
If I could simmer down and listen internally, I would see that I still respect you for your beauty,
If it would show in the meeting of our private property, then so be it a celebration of serendipitous harmony,
And if you’re not all I thought you might be, then these things happen and let’s end things amicably,
But my problem is mine entirely, I just want to hook up and I’m here acting cowardly!
If you think I don’t respect you for this expression so forthcoming,
Then I guess we’ll leave it at that and never find out more, shan’t we?
Yours in perpetuity,
Evans Mbora Campbell