Awkward, Unrequited, Superficial, Toxic, Real Love.

Josh the Boyfriend vs. Kenny the Overnight Manager

Clearly, I can see the tension
between the space
of your eye sockets.
It glows and grows until the emotion inside turns hollow;
matching the pressure of your fingers
Intense after losing in Minecraft.
Am I a disappointment to you?
All you do lately is disappoint me.
You just don't get it.
I could care less
What car you drive, how big
your paychecks are,
or even your beer gut.
Where is my dork in metallic foil?
Tonight, Kenny winked at me.
I felt my face flush as I reverted
my stare away from his
gorgeous almond eyes, the kind
that causes "weak ankles."
He, then, asked that I leave
my drawer behind for him.
Kenny never uses anyone else's drawer.
The thought alone
added an extra skip in my step
as I walked to clock out.
What does he look like with
that worn ball cap off?
I ask myself right before I turn
around-to catch a glance of his smile.
Why must the idea of love get so gosh darn complicated?
Josh, he's perfect in the comfortable
sense of the word. And Kenny?
Kenny is the guy you can't help
but take a second look at.
Only Kenny can wear the Super Saver
uniform just right so you can barely
See the underlying tissue just rip from
the inside of the muscle,
a clearside-effect of all the lifting he does.  
It's Friday the 13th.
Josh and I visited Wildcat Lanes
where his infatuation with me started.
Between the throwing of balls
and the shots of beer,
we reminisced on the good old days;
I know I love him, but is that enough?
Where is the passion?
The fire?
He, who makes me laugh on my worst days;
He, who calls me out on my shit and
Will let me stop the blood flow
of his entire right arm as he watched Wanted.
The time is 9:03pm.
Time to go to work.
I see Kenny stroll in within three minutes
after I clocked in.
He waits until 2:45am to
give me my lunch break.
Kenny is the only person who hasn't
asked me twice for my sign-on number.
He joins us all inside the café,
just minutes after I had taken my uniform
off to air out my new tattoo.
"Geez, you already got her taking off
her clothes?" He laughs as I blush.
I watch as his uniform does the ripple
effect as he continues to laugh
at his own comment.
I glance upto see his Adam's Apple.
It is showing more prominently than before.
Kenny's nothing more than
that sexy tank top I see
inside the Kohl's window.
I know it won't fit me,
no matter how amazing it may appear
to look on the rack dangling just inches
in front of me.
For if I were to try it on,
sure, it may sit nice and snug against
me,leaving me feel all warm inside,
but then, it will slowly lose its
color,my interest in wearing it will
fade,and soon my friend
Ashley will want to borrow it anyway.
Josh may be comfortable,
lack in the lust department,
a little bumpy in certain places,
but he's my favorite outfit,
the perfect outfit that, even though I
may have found him half-off
At a Thrift Store, his love for me
keeps the colors from fading
and the warmth stays
right where it belongs.