Afraid of commitment,
That's what he is.
It's why he flirts,
With every other Ms.

Too detached from the experience
Because he keeps an arms length
To every girl he's ever known.

He never gives his clearance,
Never are his feelings shown.
He never let's his cool rinse
Off like grime from the skin.

He's too much of something,
Or too little of another,
For any girl to want to be with him,
Either.

They like the way he talks,
They love all his moves;
But when it comes right down to it,
They just don't get the clue.

The clue,
The hint,
That inkling that he wants more -
More than he's willing to offer.

Because when it comes right down to it,
He's just too shelled up within himself.
Too locked up tight,
To let anybody in.

It's a shame really,
Because in there he can't see.
At least, not clearly.
He can't see how much he's loved,
How much he's missed.

Can't see how much
All I want to do is kiss
His fear away.

Not to mention
Beat up each
"Every Other Ms"
That so much as looks his way.
 
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