Crutch

Who but you would carp
Because the weather man had said
A blizzard would be coming, but it
Turned out bright and warm, instead?
And who but you would brusquely
Tell me we're not lovers anymore,
Then beg me to come home with you
When we met at the liquor store?
Now we're in bed, and you seem calm.
I fight the urge to rise and fly,
And ask you (though I doubt you know)
Who can face your madness? Only I.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-01-18 at 20:05

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