Boys

Boys are dumb.
Ugghhh
“Y’know?”
Should I?
You use one and a half words
To fill in the gaps of your
Emotional illiteracy
Leaving me to hope
That you really know how to care

Attempts at straight faces
Make me think you
No more than a child
Wanting to be a man

But you hold your heart
Like a football
Clutching so tightly
That the pressure remains at fifty
And tired rags make
Your victory dance a farce

You would think your
Heart was a brick thrown into your chest
Or some giant ninety-nine cent
inflatable rubber ball
Speckled florescent
With which you are more
Confused thanCompleted
Endlessly trying to force it
Through a tiny metal hoop

All I needed was an honest answer
How do I look?