I Am Not a Romantic

I’m not known as a romantic I detest dreamy haikus And love senryus Sent to me with chocolates And nervous smiles It’s not easy, to please me Unsteady gazes and sweaty palms Make me nauseous Why I even said yes, in the first place Is a mystery to me Boy’s essences in Men’s bodies Scare me What he’s capable of doing Is greater than his understanding of my delicacy Bouquets of reddest roses Disgusts me “Why would somebody give somebody else a plant’s reproductive organs?” Couldn’t he be, just a touch more, discreet? Suggestive phrases and raunchy sentences Make me dizzy with regret Until the day Males of my age stop taking me on dates to places That have a value menu meal Finally realize that I am more than just a pretty face And have more than good looks to seal the deal I. Refuse. To. Date. Please note_ I probably had the worst date of my entire LIFE last friday. A disaster. This poem pretty much caps how i feel right about now. blehh. Highschool.