Tuesday, September 16, 2014

In Spite of Me


 Don't look at me so
Like you've got me 
All figured out.
I'm not in love
You know.
So you might as well 
Get it out of your head
Right this instant.
I've had crushes before
And sooner or later,
They all fall away
To the cutting room floor.
So don't go getting attached.
I don't do committment.
I don't do relationships
And I don't do domestic.
So watch your back.
I ain't in it for the long haul.
Just remember that.

Don't smile at me that way.
It's like you're not paying attention 
To anything I say.
Oh I see,
You think I'm falling for you
Just because 
For some reason
I haven't quite managed
To give you the boot.
Well, don't worry.
I'll get to it soon.

What's wrong with your eyes?
Turn the shine off!
Didn't yo' mama never teach you
It's not polite to gloat?
I've heard of sore losers,
And that's not me at all
But you could stand to be more gracious...
Now that you realise you've won.

You're a tenacious little barnacle.
I'll give you that much.
I'd never have guessed it
That night you sat on my porch
Telling stories while you drank
And we ate corn on the cob.
But somehow you knew
You'd be the one
To get under my skin.
Yeah, you knew it.
Of course.
And I want to be mad
That I can't shake you off
But I can't be 
And it's frustrating to me
That I love you so much.

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