Meathead Monologue

thomas

you've stopped greeting me, and i don't know whether to thank you or curse you.
i don't see your natural face anymore, just your back and the nape of your neck.
did something happen to you? are you fighting with your love?
did she tell you to stop?
i am sorry if i've caused trouble, but it is strange knowing you won't turn around anymore.
you don't exaggerate your waves and your smiles.
you won't even look at me, thomas.
why are you like that? why did you decide to mess with my head and then walk away?
why do boys dig themselves a ditch in a girl's body, but when the war comes to them, they are no where to be found?
why do boys talk to girls in hopes of them liking his nature, but when the time comes for them to step up, he steps down?
why do boys play?
why do boys stay young at heart?
why do boys mess with me?
why do you cease to greet me, thomas?

r.k.