Young,Thing
Yhu Are Touqh 2Love,
You change so fast,
I don’t have the heart to correct you,
To remind you,
Or simply punch you.
Earlier every time you altered,
From one colour to the next,
Like ill-fitting denims at the tailors, to be redressed,
I fought despicable little wars with someone inside or above,
Should I leave, I thought,
No wait,
It all might change.
Better for a fortnight,
Again late nights,
Snug in some den,
Us in different corners of a mad highway of friends,
Oh well some vodka and writing might help.
But now,
I have changed,
You irritate me still,
Allergic as you are to my broken heart,
But well a little antiseptic cleans the rashes,
And you complain,
Dates and walks ruined,
Daily rendezvous finished,
And I am, you assume,
Crazy and vulnerable.
You are tough to love you know that,
The trouble lies in not who you are,
But what you want from me,
Your ceaseless, bouncing,
Undecided decisions rocking,
My head spinning,
I wish you would stop trying,
As if you care,
Like I have, already.
