Too much to ask?

The man in the dark suit

Always thinks I’m out to get him

When I’m not

I just don’t want him to hurt me

I rather like the guy

For all the dark looks he gives me

But every time I try

To shake his hand

He pulls out a knife

Telling me to keep my distance or else

It’s all or nothing with him.

He either loves you to death

And sticks you in his broom closet

Or he keeps you out of reach

Across the street,

Always eyeing me as if I hate him

When I don’t.

I just don’t like close, dark spaces

And want a warm hand to shake

And encouraging word

And maybe a pat on the back

With a hand that isn’t holding a knife

Is that too much to ask?