Maybe I’m a one trick pony or a misfit
But baby, I don’t get it, how your face makes them lose it –
How you’re just all that and your love’s been “such a blessing”.
I’m sorry, is there something vital that I’m missing?
I guess you’re fine on most Monday mornings
And your kitten heels lipstick never keeps it boring.
You Lovelace your way into everyone’s story
Whilst empathy for you remains an unknown territory.
Tuesday evenings pass and you make me sickly mellow –
Your pale blue veins turn strictly amarelo.
It’s hard for me not to break your jaw on Wednesdays,
The second my slap lands, we will part our joint ways.
On Thursdays we hate one another, that’s the rule,
‘Till our hands touch fingers, like in middle school…
Fridays mix blatantly into the weekend blues
But you leave your shirt open, and you forget your shoes.
On most days I still don’t get what they see in you,
When the world is a Romeo to your biting Scorpio.
So fearless and honest, a straight shooter to heart –
This reality’s yours, and we’re here to play the part.
…
“The waves in your hair look marvelous moonlit.”
Indeed, I’m a one trick pony and a misfit.
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 