Am I boring? Or am I too much fun to be with that you decided boring was better?
Am I funny? Or do you find me too sarcastic to believe everything I say?
Am I kind? Or am I too boastful of how much I love you, that you are embarrassed to walk with me?
Am I ugly? Or am I too pretty for you to handle other suitors who want to walk beside me?
Am I lesser than any woman? Or am I too perfect for you to keep me?
Am I judgmental? Or am I old school because I said I wouldn’t sleep with anybody other than how you told me?
Am I shy? Or do you think of me as too bold when I’m lying in front of you with my legs spread wide?
Am I unfaithful when compared to your faithfulness with that woman who’s bosom you’d pull?
Am I not the one, pray tell. Or am I the one who only was?