Too Young And Naive Poem by Andrus Cassian

Today, oh man today
What about it....
Oh nothing, it was the only way I could think to kick this off
My head's been roaming all over space
I've been partying in the clouds
and my spacious thoughts
as if they were my best friends I were just trying to get to know
Maybe I am
I've had the same ideas stuck on repeat
but fear held me back
but the words refusing to make sound
stopped me in my tracks
yet I've recovered from my stumble
yet I've recovered from my coma
so here I am in my serious tone
to review the words stored in storage:
I don't think we could ever be
I don't have a hint of faith
I just have every ounce of doubt
I was told to grab lemons and make lemonade
but I chose to eat the lemons raw
maybe why I have this sour taste
She's older than me by years of 3
or is it years of 2
she craved me when I was younger
was it because she thought I was older
still I was off limits
I was too wrapped up in Belle to remember
now I've seized Belle's throne
destroyed her home in me
and think of her fondly once and often
I can see similarities
Do they still see me as a kid
still too naive and young be considered a man
still too young and naive to understand
She's a party girl
a centerpiece of a garden I could never be apart of
She enjoys the club life, the nite light
I just crave the warmth of stars, the cinema at night
I run out of words to say when the conversation starts
My mind freezes over and over
and I could swear she's found someone to take my place
If I didn't care I'd say he could take it and relish it
but he'd be one more guy
asking for the 3 letter word
we all know he'll never get
Am I the best choice, well no
but I know what it takes to please a heart
the right way
care and patience
but my care and patience
has got me to the bottom of the list
has got me waiting to the end
The best for last
No way, I'm the last at best
And my dealings with older women
I've always stood the one left alone
told one thing and left standing stupid
so my last lesson in this collision
Well I really don't know
I was hoping someone would tell me
but I guess that's one of my weaknesses
A challenge and waiting on someone to tell me my next move
like a life-size game of chess I will never understand
But how is this my conclusion
I sought refuge in modern and classic poets alike
I sought refuge in Artist vs. Poet & Dashboard Confessional
for hours of thrice
and I relaxed in good times, singing lyrics merrily
so my adorable problem is at the bottom of the bottle
cause she looks like a saint still curses like a sailor
now this has stopped making sense
so I'll pass my problems on
and keep the whiskey to dump it in the sink
sit on my couch and think