He drinks green tea, not just espresso.
He likes music, not just Despacito and cliché so.
He is funny but he fails to show it off to his girl.
She gets sweet gifts but he just can’t buy a pearl.
He loves it when the gown he bought makes a twirl.
Like everyone, he too needs a partner.
Unlike anyone, he wishes to be her armor.
Though he was a charmer, sharper and smarter,
Unfortunately, he becomes her kindergartner.
He drives her crazy in long rides, being himself with her.
Nonetheless, she considers him as her chauffeur.
He is not rude; he is straightforward.
Nevertheless, she thinks it’s awkward.
She has many friends in guys, he is insecure.
To get her attention, he skips his supper.
Her touch is ecstatic for him, he senses.
Her smile makes his whole day, feels head over heels.
Every time she calls on him, he drops what he does.
He wasn’t her best bud but that wasn’t the fuzz.
She can’t be her friend, he thinks.
Before he is friend zoned, he kneels.
So he proposes her and makes a jinx.
Like every other, she says ‘You are not the one’.
It was all over again when it was time to run.
He thought all his life he stood by her side.
But she just considered him Romeo who always lied.
He felt out of pride and the high tide rose inside.
Why is it so that his rhyme has to be perfect and his delivery flawless?
Why is it so that the burden is always on him who can’t seek solace?
Why is it so that he is devoid of love and care and becomes clueless?
He may not be Chandler Bing but he has a good sense of humor.
He may not be Sheldon Cooper but he has no brain tumor.
He may not be your fictional character, but he is a real funny narrator.
To all the ones who think ‘I lack that (P-Factor) Proposed-Factor’
Actually, you don’t lack anything because you are a New-clear reactor.
He may not be romantic because he ain’t plastic.
He may not take you to Atlantic, but he is fantastic.