Ghosting Galore

Poem

Some girls kiss me, some girls hug me-
I like them okay.
Some girls talk, and start to nag,
so I just walk away.

They can beg and they can plead,
but they can't make me stay.
Mrs Right won't start a fight,
she'll always know her place.

For we are living in a world of ghosts, 
and I am a ghosting man.
I am victim and perp, and perpetuator,
and I'm surviving the best that I can.