Density

For all you blondes out there... Know i still love you!

No matter how repetitive

how thorough, how precise,

your densely compacted skull

can't apprehend my advice.

Nothing, it seems, has the ability

to penetrate into your head.

If your life depended on it,

I'm afraid, you'd be dead.

I've tried so hard to help

to get you to realize;

see the most obvious things

or what anyone simply implies.

My assistance, though, I've noted

isn't really help at all,

for nothing has actually changed;

it's as disappointing as rainfall.

So whenever I try to show

what I feel or want most

you only overlook my thoughts

like they were but faint ghosts.

It's as though I never tried

I wish I hadn't, I admit,

so now I know your density

is something you'll always emit.

I Quit.

~The Em~