Couldn't tell

Did not know how to tell it
It started with all sorts of joy and happiness

Started with some truths and some hopes

Gave you a name and a age 
Walked you into my life as it were 
Telling you how I hope it will be

You sounded keen

Sounded sincere

I didn't expect there would be silence from nowhere 
Though you would tell me from nowhere that you just aren't ready

I hadn't realised that I was posing any questions or pushing in any direction 
Couldn't tell I was over eager 
I wasn't one to be anything less but plugged in

I thought that was me being attentive

You had missed my intentions

But I have been told that I am too available

These directives leave me further confused
Have the times evolved in this manner

Where interest is too eager

Games are standards and evasiveness is appealing 
Is my personality soaked in desperation 
Should I invest into the more dismissive character 
More no's

More too busy

More patronising 
Niceness seems to be confused as weak 
Openes for over eager

Attentive for too available

Couldn't tell

I kid you not