Thingamajigs

With you, it was natural.

Now it is a natural disaster.

I am just like dynamite

and anyone can play the blaster.

Every kiss is hiding a bite,

every day is afraid of the night,

every newcomer fears their master.

Passion is innocuous

but love is a field of land mines,

a commitment full of deadlines:

an hour to get his name,

a week of wine and dine,

a month pretending it is only a game,

a year to turn ‘exciting’ into ‘just fine’,

and then three long years

to hear love’s fading whine.

I used to love you, Mister Wrong,

your accent, your lack of haste.

I used to write you many songs

but now I am barren of inspiration

or maybe I am afraid to tell you face to face

that this love starvation

is only filled up with your taste.

"Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you."