Trying to be with you
is like trying to get a toy out of a vending machine.
I approach confidently, feeling sure I will succeed.
It is not coins that I spend,
but time and energy.
With every attempt, I feel closer and closer.
You seem to be coming nearer and nearer,
yet when I think I can finally call you mine
you fall back.
I shout,
demanding answers.
I never hear a reply.
I would like a refund, but I know that won’t happen.
I walk away, feeling like I’ve been set up.