I'm the one who checks to see you laughing
Every time I tell a little joke
Terrified of quiet conversation
If you spoke to me I'd probably choke
A man is meant to be aggressive
I regard that with much disdain
A man is meant to be obsessive
If I did that I'd whittle out my brain
Sometimes I feel as if I'm guessing
At who or what seems to catch my eye
Thoughts and feelings get so messy
But darling you look sweet as apple pie
I want to be taunted and not just teased
I try to be a pleaser not just pleased
Seeming far out dream in fantasy
Doesn't matter if it's him, them, or a she
Claws and talons make me feel well
Distance and lies, put in a hell
Curses and screams will excite
When used just right