love me, love my mood disorder

love me, love my mood disorder

https://www.bphope.com/is-this-love-that-im-feeling/

my dear darling precious what the fuck do you want now?

I refuse to put an * in fuck because we all know it says

the other word for sexual intercourse

which is what we do sometimes

when I am not being an arse

it’s not you, it’s me

but when it’s not me

it’s definitely you

because you really get on my tits sometimes.

Oh my bloody valentine, whose idea was it to love and be loved in return?

It is incredibly wearing to watch ourselves

tearing each other apart.

Your tears make me angrier because they remind me of my own weakness

men don’t like to be vulnerable

I’d have thought that you would have sussed that by now

but you continue hunting for my soft bits

I don’t even enjoy making up any more

My stomach turns as

the next argument churns.

Relationships aren’t for everybody

That’s why God reversed his name and invented Dog

for the sad and lonely men

who insist on unconditional love

like what Mum and Dad gave

and for the ladies there is cat

who share their same aloof, indifferent temperament.   

“No need to get personal” you say

but everything is and political

every utterance is vetted for semiotic meaning

"listen my love my soul is bleeding

stuff your flowers, your chocolates, your jewellery, your going out

because I’m giving in to my mood disorder

you are not worth saving

my head is up the spout".

I see you six months later

Exes now are we

I yearn for the laughs and the sex

You look as if you miss a bit of me

but not all

It’s best if we part at the fork in the road

I leave you in your pursuit of another toad.