A creep

You say I’m a creep, but you have no right to judge
me so harshly as you are not different that much,
just standing on the opposite side of the scale
by playing possum. That’s just as creepy a tale.
Nor have you run in my shoes and been rejected
by every one to whom you’ve became attracted.
Looks like you’re used to hitting on girls when tipsy,
seeing them nevermore. I’m not such a lassie.
I don’t snog with someone on the very first night.
But once I fall in love, I love for life despite
the fact that I’ve never been loved back the same way.
Hence my heart desperately clung to you and I pray
the version of you that danced with me would return.
That the night lasted forever, I so much yearn.
Your touches are since still impressed in my body
like in a memory foam. Yet I am greedy
for more. Besides, every lovesong features you now.
I wish you were honest with me. Don’t disavow
that you desired me that night to be your date.
You should have told me right away it did abate
along with the alcohol waning from your blood.
You should have told me the truth, no matter how hard —
drunken does as sober thinks and that is no shame,
there is only your own incautiousness to blame
for that li’l misadventure never meant to be
pursued on — instead of cowardly ghosting me.
There’re social issues behind such conduct, you know.
So you’re just as big a weirdo as me, my beau.
I guess that your habit of leaving quietly
has its roots deep in your childhood and family.
You may want to avoid confrontation and shame.
In this little quirk we are pretty much the same,
except I’m not prejudiced against your age or
your issues and was always open to the core.
You can’t wonder then that the more you avoid me
and hide away, the more with you I long to be
and try to seek you out. I can’t give up on you.
I follow your feed and look out for you, I do.
I want to know about your fascinating life.
My desire to be a part of it is rife.
I’m not saying we’d stay together for the rest
of our lives, just that you’re what I now need the most.
If I bury myself in work at my job new,
I may not have that much time to think about you.
Or maybe if I spent some time with you, I’d see
you otherwise and agree we’re not meant to be.
Just once I want to have the opportunity
to test for myself our compatibility;
based on my own dating experience, to find
out what you’re really like and then make up my mind.
So far, nothing’s convinced me it shouldn’t work out,
you just stubbornly refuse to try, full of doubt.
Your refusal does not diminish my passion.
Yet, babe, I deserve an honest explanation.
I’m not an emotionless robot or play doll.
It seems you have no meaningful reason at all
to dump me without at first giving it a go.
Please, don’t be scared by how much love to you I show.