Poem: Complicated

Complicated

Here I am
I do not pretend to be
Any other thing
Than a man

I am not perfect
I have my flaws
I admit them
And yes, as a man, I am that simple

I like my "toys" and gadgets
And yes I can act immature
But at the end of the day
I can still be loyal

I admit women are complicated
They're like a puzzle
We try to get the pieces to fit
Sometimes it confuses us

Your emotions sometimes
Shock us as they come so fast
And a women can destroy a mans pride
With words alone

We are intrigued but yet
Still confused
Sometimes it would be easier
To just tell us what you want

At times your sweet
As the sweetest candy
Other times your venom
Stings without warning

But yet we come back
Because of instinct
Because we knowNo other way