23

The clock hits 12am, it's another day I guess

It's the last day in March, and my age's changed

No more a child but a full grown man

No more excuses for all the silly games I had

Can't blame all my girl troubles on the name I have

So sad, I was really good at blaming my dad

And my decisions on the decision he made when I was had

Oh well I guess, it's not all bad

I am now an adult, I have to accept the good with the bad

This is what they named me, fickle lover.

This is what they see when they see me,  a weaver of lies working undercover 

I get lucky,  I meet beauty like you'd meet sand in the beach

I'll stare, mesmerized and  stunned by them

Beautiful in every facet, their divinity left in the sand like it would a carpet

They turn and listen when I speak, yes me

You'd question what exactly they saw in me

You'd ask why they chose to know me biblically...if you know what I mean

What made them got stuck in my company

Did my gibberish words seem funny

Or am I  just a new shiny toy to play with

Was it an experiment to them or did they actually  like me

Ask them, cos' I wonder that too everyday

It starts so Shakespearean 

Groovy like the track of Kojo Antwi

Before long I show them my secret, why I am a sore for most of my girlfriends

I start punching holes into somethings I am  clearly enjoying

I guess that's my fulltime job,breaking charms

I leave the door open and I let my insecurities come in

23 and I still break down like a Barbie

23 and I still break my promises

23 and I still scare at the chance of any intimacy

23 and I still don't know how to handle nice things

23 and I still haven't fallen hopelessly

23 and I still leave crumbs at the table when I am eating

23 just looks sad on me

2 eyes and 3 flaws gets me  running

2-3 seconds and I'd have said a wish to a lucky star

But 2 seconds going to 3rd I turned, and it passed me by

Now I am 23, I have to start peeping into something sweet and let my heart and mind comply 

It seems I look too good being alone

But I still need someone to take me home 

The official diagnosis is I am not very good at this heart job

It's 2:30am, and nobody's home but my shaft still throbs 

23 and a child in a man's body

23 pieces of my heart still left

23 pieces of it all left bereft