There’s always a labyrinth beneath
Your two story sentences,
Like you’re giving me a daisy for behind my ear, but really its stinging nettle.
You leave me retching
On my own personality
Because you are an oxymoron;
An angelic demon of mine.
There is not an equation without you,
No matter how many times I cross multiply and rearrange for terms of me,
I’m always divided by your remarks.
You are the sugar coated lolly that carries venom beneath its jacket
And we are a wonky Venn diagram
That missed the common ground
You are the HMS Titanic to me,
A source of great marvel but
Lacking life jackets
When you steer us all into your
Icy demise
We are a sodden tea towel,
Smearing tears over dirty dishes,
And I, a novel,
That you’ve dog eared
And dropped in the bath,
Returning my soggy soul to the bookshelf.