no more mixtapes.

because there are times when poetry can kill the romance
and it is not just about knowing the right time,
the right mood, and the right word to say.

any more than pushing my luck by feigning hurt

then it becomes imperative to know that
sometimes it is about knowing when to embrace or not to,
or just brush that stray hair playing in your face
and then resisting the urge to kiss.

sometimes I only ask you how your week was,
and not buy you anything.
except ice cream that I leave in the freezer
without telling you.

the time of mixtapes is over;
but there are other ways,
always other ways
when poetry fails.