Poem

Why So Blue, Sweetheart?

Sweetheart, you're black and blue
Sweetheart
From the things I've done to you
Now your dead arm swings loose
And your bruised eye won't open
Sweetheart
These things I've done to you
An evening among friends, descends
Now we're alone
Sweetheart
Now you start on me again
Buttons all pushed, again
You try to stand your ground
But I'll always shout louder
Sweetheart
Surely safer to just settle down?
Cower, out in the bedroom
Give me space to throw my weight around
Sweetheart
Don't start those waterworks with me
Sweetheart
Right from the start
You knew
I'm a passionate man
When it comes to you
Sweetheart
Those knocks are just acts of love, gone wrong
Slightly astray
Sweetheart
A light 'tap' on the face, Sweetheart
And you know that I love you
You're shaking in my arms again
Just like when we first met
I still do that to you?
Yeah, I do
But now you're black and blue
Sweetheart...
(Note: This is most definately not autobiographical, and obviously does not condone... et cetera) B.. Alexander