The Creep

I know you think

You’re special

She said

I know you think

You’re smart

Strutting your stuff

About the place

Like you’re some work of art

But trust me when I say

She said

That’s not what we all see

In fact in the office

The only hot topic

Is what a twat

You appear to be

Mediocre

If only she was better

Then she’d be worthy of your hand

But as it is

It’s a basic bitch

Who will wear your wedding band

With one
hand
pressed
against
the door

I try
to work
out who
I love
more

And in
that split
second
I decide
to stay

I throw
my one
chance at
happiness
away