Contradictory

A Poem

“You can be such a paradox, always so insecure

in everything you say, do or think.

Yet you make love to yourself to a point

of self-absorption.

One moment you’re charming and the next

it’s as though you’ve taken back every

single word you’ve said.

You’re a trainwreck.

I could tell you how I’m totally

and utterly,

uncontrollably and unconditionally,

in love with you.

Yet you question my motives.

You can blame your mother’s vanity,

your father’s flaws,

but no matter how many times you dye your hair,

change your name,

your style,

your address…

You’re still a portrait of them”.

I look at him, he’s angry at me

for all the right reasons.

I know before I have to see it,

he’s got his bags packed

ready at the front door.

I don’t know how to fix it,

without wrapping my legs

around his waist.

I don’t know what to say,

other than “stay, please”.

When he finally leaves,

his bags in the boot of his car

as he drives away.

I know finally,

that I’ve seen this story before.