She didn't quite understand
why he did the things he did.
She didn't quite care.
Part of him enjoyed the worship that she brought.
And the other zillion skins were screaming inside him.
Worship him she did.
Care for him she did.
Love him she did.
And the whole time he didn’t know what he thought.
But she could wait
And he could mope
And they’d leave.
And meet up at the same spot they were always at
And do it all over again
It was quite the funny thing.
And worth repeating again
And to him?
And it was never going to happen
And they’d play hot potatoes like that
And sometimes he’d get a kiss
She liked to think he won them
Since he tried so hard slamming her fist with his
She had been talking about them