Bar Talk

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      Bar Talk

How can you not know,
or worse, not care?
How do you have time
to even know me as well as you do?
What do you even think, (I'd switch think and really, maybe take out the two commas and the even)
really, of me?
You rarely say anything,
only when I stop talking
long enough after I ask you a question.
Do you want to know about me as much as I want to know you?
That's the question.
So volunteer,
so I'll know not to pry.
I find even the worst things about you attractive,
is it wrong to point them out so I can praise them?
I could go on and on, but I'll just stop now.
No, I haven't taken a sip yet.
I've been seeing you around for two years now,
and this is just how I get.

I think this is rather cute. It's almost slightly sentimental. So, whatever happened to said lady? I love the humanity of this poem, as it shows a deeper side to who you are or at the very least were.