My Girl (Well, Not Really)

I'm seated here, alone in my class,
Waiting for this lecture to pass.
I think of my old girl,
Wish we could still twirl,
Then remember that I'm still an ass.

We broke up just because I stopped talking,
So now I'm left with my digital stalking.
I remember the day,
It still makes me sway,
But I can understand why she's still balking.

I still have so many mem'ries
Like the sound of her kicking my keys.
She leaned over the seat,
Gave me a treat,
Focused on the mission: to please.

I remember taking her in my car,
On occasion, driving ridiculously far.
I told her I loved her,
She said she would prefer,
If it didn't sound like "Babe, you're bizarre."

I can picture our very first date,
Running, saying the fault was with fate.
But a girl so divine,
I knew she was mine,
When she stated that the evening was great.

So I sit here, wanting her back,
Yet she rejects my every attack.
I asked her out,
And tried not to pout,
When she said I was not worth the flak.