Poem

Needs a title and probably breaking up a little bit...

Come on, let's be honest, you don't have a clue;

What it is - this thing - here between me and you.

Some strange paranoia I'm taking your life;

It's not like I want you to make me your wife.

While the going is easy I'm happy to play

But keep pushing your luck and there's no way I'll stay.

Think I'm some toy to pick up and put down?

That you can keep making me look like a clown?

Not a chance my dear boy; can you be such a fool?

Hot at one moment, then playing it cool?

That's not how I roll; I won't play that game.

One day all this nonsense could drive me insane.

Don't give me that crap and keep changing your mind

I won't be here forever; that's what you will find.

Then where will you be? Sat at home on your own;

With a sense of regret for the chance you have blown.

A shame, perhaps, 'cause it could have been brilliant

But 'though you won't believe it, I'm pretty resilient

Not gonna break down, cling to your sorry a*s;

You should know by this stage, I'm of far higher class.

Guess I'll talk to you soon, and I know what you'll say;

Let's see if you love or you hate me today!

Whatever, sweetheart; I'm just here for the ride,

I've been nothing but honest; got nothing to hide.

And I know where I'm going; you've got no idea;

A whole future on hold due to some unknown fear.

This whole situation is nothing but trouble

You keep spinning around in your quaint little bubble

Though the lows and the highs are a strange sort of fun

I've reached a conclusion: I'm pretty much done.

Author's Note

Needs a title and probably breaking up a little bit...?