Two weeks time
from Merry Christmas to Happy New Year,
we seemed cool, casual, and in the clear.
just getting started, speaking, seeking, exploring new spaces,
coming to know each other’s faces.
we barely skimmed the tip of time
everything so new, still so unknown.
Yet in the turn of a year, and the skip of a stone,
The you I knew, left without ever even saying goodbye,
and I was left with simply some guy.
2010 we were exciting and new,
and in 2011 I did not know you.
I don’t understand, nor will I attempt to try
The turn of events, and the things gone array
All handled poorly, covered in little white lies.
So now maybe you know why you, 22, and I, 25
Was a little unsettling, like a small pin in my thigh.
‘cuz you 22, just makes you a boy.
Not a man, not a plan, not even a toy.
2010 we were exciting and new,
and in 2011 I did not know you.
I’m not looking for love, I’m not looking for marriage
Simply looking for company and some late-night disparage.
Don’t need much of your time, have barely my own.
I’m working, I’m focused, I’m submerged in the zone.
I’m a woman of drive and a girl on a mission,
Not a chick who said or acted like you needed permission
For anything ever, I said do what you please!
Not demanded or dreamed that you’d drop to your knees.
And that goes for both sex and romance, Monsieur Disappear-ee
Mother never taught you it’s polite to return a favor?
To drift south of the border and bask in her flavor?
If you really wanted to wrap this little girl in,
you should’ve been up to the hairs on your chinny-chin-chin.
But instead you just acted like a scared little piggy,
So I huffed and I puffed and it blew the house down.
Because a boy simply can’t keep his shit in the ground.
So now maybe you know, why you, 22, and I, 25
Was a little unsettling, like a small pin in my thigh.
‘cuz you, 22, just makes you a boy.
Not a man, not a plan, not even a toy.
2010 we were exciting and new,
and in 2011 I did not know you.
Attracted, yes. Intrigued, sure.
Curious, turned on, left desiring for more.
I won’t say no, because that’d be a lie.
And I’m devastatingly honest, just ask the last guy.
But you, 22, and I, 25, live in different worlds, and lead different lives.
Gave it a shot, they say age is simply a number.
But with the turn of events, and your actions to boot,
You and your age are the perfect suit.
‘cuz you, 22, just makes you a boy.
Not a man, not a plan, not even a toy.
