The Invitation Poem by June FeirCruz

'Come with me to San Francisco
Let us spend a few days there
Meet my friends, see my watering hole
Meet my incarcerated friend'

I'd rather meet your mother
And tell her what a lovely man you are
I'd rather meet your sister
And compliment her on her charm

Was the invitation even sincere?
Was I asked first or just an afterthought?
Why do I feel this way?
Why do I even care?

Talk about deceiving
I have deceived myself
This is not a casual thing
Not when you start playing with my head

So, now we are into head games
Or maybe you are even sincere
Who is to blame for all these?
Surely, we both can't be naive

Trust is a scary word
But trust is what we need
Trust will bring us down to our knees
Turn our backs from our fears