No Strings Attached

Whenever I talk to him,
all the memories crash back
against the shores
of my memory bank.

I’ve been continuously
wrecking my brain,
trying to figure out
why we can’t be
more than friends.

A time-consuming and exhausting
task it’s been.

I’ve realized that it’s easier
to love him without complications
than to hammer his ears shut
with intended conversations about us
that he avoids at all cost

but would be “thief” quick
to jump on-board ship
at the slightest mention of sex.
A clear sign that
as long as no strings are attached,
he can breathe a sigh of relief,
relaxing in his comfort zone
and score non-commitment touchdowns.