I say
You interest me
Though I'd rather not
I cannot say
I like you
It's too soon,
Much too soon.
Besides –
I don't.

I'm not one of them.
The ones who swoon
Fall prey
To a nice smile
Big eyes
And general good looks

You say they want you
For your guitar
Or your songs.
I don't.

I'm not one of them.

I refuse to give you
That satisfaction.
I say you interest me
Though I'd rather not.

I am not one of them.

Dammit –

I think I am.