You are right
settling insecurities aside
there’re things about you I don’t like.
Your overwhelming fright
that comes in the middle of the night
and wakes me up before dew.
I’m shaken and don’t know what to do
‘cos your not helping, picking up scars
and resurrecting battles lost.
I feel, like an unwanted host
that tries to run the rotting show,
and then you laugh, sailing away
leaving me hanging outdoors.
The unfair jealousy
you adore to indulge in.
When your gorgeous, warm eyes
turn into a venomous green
and you humiliate to your heart content
a poor guy who couldn’t imagine
such a dreadful end
for an innocent and lovely conversation
that from friendly smiles morphed
into his ultimate damnation.
The cringey habits you practice
three-weeks old unwashed coffee cup
veiled with dust that you drink from
and, God forbid, I touch it
like the weird piles of unspeakable
that I swear breaths and watches me
ready to pounce and devour
or your inability to tell the proper hour
to call, to eat, to sleep or to stop
and the obsession to be always on top.
The demands for attention
and wish to lock me up
in the highest, unapproachable tower
so you can cower me
from any unapproved by you contact
and if you could you’d made
a blood pact with some ugly thing
to keep me warped up
under your strong, magnificent
but overbearing silver wing.
Thus, I certainly agree
in general, you’re not perfect,
though, by far you are for me.