That Guy

I bet you know that guy.
Yeah he looks like a mess, but he thinks he's really something.
Awkwardly skinny, and a mediocre smile.
The same haircut as Kate Gosselin.
Without the eight children and party happy ex.

I bet you know that guy.
Yeah, he's drunk all the time, you taste the booze on his breath.
Poison to your lost emotions.
The draft caries the aroma of pot and places it on your nose.
Without the sincerity of a real gift and meaning.

I bet you know that guy.
He wakes you up in the morning with a text saying "hello, how are ya beautiful."
He holds your hand as you walk side by side.
And kisses you as you depart.
But without the pompous, party lifestyle.

I bet you know that guy.
Or at least recognize him.
He might have ripped you off, or maybe just pissed you off.
But he's my boyfriend, and I love him all the same.
But without the nasty poem.