Not my Car...

With a glance, I vision the past in which we first met

Your mind is already made, with your own first look

Soon to be overturned with the conversational array of banter

and a look that makes you confused and curious

as I raise my head back over the table

On a couch, in a house, on a street, on the east side

we continue to battle our beliefs and bruises

And in a test of my interest, you leave

And stubborn as I am, retreat to the next opponent

Much more and less, we eventually rebound

Only your need is far more exceeded than mine

For now your ease is calmed with my presence

Yet you continue to throw hoops for me to jump through

And I little by little embrace your tactics

And break your concentration

And resolve your intentions

At the request of the time and limits set upon the party

We exit the premises and conclude to our modes of transportations

As I in the state of my consumption

Am not allowed to pursue my course

For your judgement is not whether I am capable

But for your own lingering temptations

I am convinced to enter an agreement with your direction

While others are not invited, we now alone

At your request

Long distance to get back to our starting point

And so our chance to revive the night is conquered

Assumptions are smoothed out and explained

Yet we hold back our intentions

After all the obstacles of the night

We end up in the parking lot of the place that started it all

Lies upon lies are spewed from our mouths

Yet you still believe me, only for your own amusement

You smirk and giggle at my nervousness

and awkward stance, as I question your motives

Your clear of your stance and make it so

You withhold your actions, in fear of consequences

As I do not give you what you wanted, you insist

As I give you what you insist, you overcome

As I resist you, you resist

And we end up on our own path...

to be continued for our next encounter...