THAT LITTLE SOMETHING

I could take you

Use you, own you

Put you on like new clothes

And cast you off like old ones

I could have you all to me one dawn

And, at dusk be the cold one

But then there’s the little something

That makes me want to stop

My mind plays the power games

But my heart goes for a toss

I keep wishing not to want you

But I want you all the same.

Like butterflies in my gut

Flutter your thoughts, your name.

I have caught myself staring aimlessly at the moon

I have complained for no reason

Post a well spent afternoon

I know not what they call it

It must be a bug in the air

It could be His Garden of Eden

Or it could be the Devil’s lair.

I want to be your undoing

Pointless struggles and futile cares

Promise me you’ll give in

Or should I undo you anyway?

So let me take you

Give you, have you

Keep you like an old scar

Or wear you like a new ring

I wouldn’t amend my insane self

But for this little something.