First Date

Um hellows and an awkward step
Troubled with a voice that skims the line
Of prepubescent and an effort to conceal.
Order, sit, take a sip,
A slight tremble upon his lip
She knows what she is doing though
How do you dos and what do you dos
A myriad of interrogatories
Sad, sad life, but He is okay
She doesn't care, ask about her day
She's the kind who doesn't fumble at the register
with awkward change or bills or receipts
He talks too much but no amount
Of compensation could exist in making out.
The voice, the hands, everything is better
If you could just impress her
(right?)
I promise you, it never works
Shut up, you fool
No one actually cares why you switched your major 4 times or 20
What a narcissist, yet she is too
(we all are)
At least some of us know when to hush
His earnest face and meager movements
God, could you shut up?
Distraction won't save you from an indecisive character
Bless the ears that suffer such babbling
Profuse apologetics
She's far too sweet to let on
That she will never let it go
Messy, broken, just stop talking
He knows not what he's doing
It's okay, he will learn
But first, this date must end.