Don’t expect me to head over heels for you
Don’t fill me with hope; I don’t burst into song
No happy ends here, as you’ll see before long
Just one more attempt; why should this one be true?

Here you come promising sunnier skies
But I’ve been here before and the forecast is grey
Don’t hand me an ice cream, pretend to be gay
I know how this goes; I’ve told the same lies

You’re hardly the first, so I think you should know
The last one I left, nor I falsely accused
After all the blood’s pumped by the heart to the bruise
Hemophili’s a dangerous love at your low

So this time no flowers, no whis’ling, no fall
Enough with the fireworks, tingling toes
And I’ll bring my umbrella, cause that’s how it goes
I can’t say what I want, but I’ve seen it all
So go ahead.

Surprise me.

A kind of inversion of Vienna Teng’s song “Stray Italian Greyhound”. As I was writing it, though, it also picked up pieces from an old vignette written by my friend Patricia. Thanks, Patricia!

(Yes, that “hemophili” is intentional. It’s a metathetic inversion that’s better for the prosody.)

Part of Poem-a-Day 2013. Title donated by Michaela N.

This entry was posted on September 08, 2013 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Poetry, Relationships, Poem-a-day 2013