Let Me Start By Saying: A Poem

Let me start by saying

I could be totally off base here.

But it really does appear

like this person you’re portraying

isn’t you.

It’s a little dismaying

how every time I look at you,

you seem to be someone new.

From the truth you are straying

and from me.

The tricks you’ve been playing…

Give your little speech.

Cling to lies, you little leech.

What’s the price you’re paying;

my love?

Oh my love, you’re ricocheting

every arrow sent your way

so none will get stuck in your clay.

Do you notice who you’re flaying

over and over?

But we flayees aren’t obeying.

With every persona you throw,

in our love we only grow.

Only I am praying

you will mold to me.