The Promotion

Sitting in class early Sunday morning,

A little hungover, stomach’s still turning,

Had a crazy weekend, partying with you,

But even drunk me couldn’t make a move.

I can slide in on any random girl,

But when I’m with you, it’s a whole other world.

I get nervous, I get butterflies,

I can’t even look into your eyes,

Even though for years you’ve been a part of my life, 

I can’t speak the words that are floating in my mind.

They say love is kind, they say love is patient,

But waiting around is making me anxious.

I don’t know what to do with all these mixed signs,

One day we don’t talk, the next day you’re all 

mine. 

I can’t do it anymore but I also can’t leave,

Like my mind says no, but my heart still believes.

So as I sit here hoping, thinking about you in this lecture,

I quietly and patiently wait to be tenured

From best friend to boyfriend, the promotion I deserve,

But the longer the holdup, the more I become unnerved.