Hold Rock

Are you my rock to trip me up before I fall off the edge of the world?

You take me for me, accept that I have problems.

And understand.

Will that understanding destroy you?

Will that be a plateau of levellity?

Perfect stability, eye of the storm.

 

What of you?

 

Do you actually notice me?

I bought her two nice tops and she left me by text message.

 

It'll never work.

 

Then she asked me back twice, every four and a half months.

I don't care why.

If I added to her vanity by carnage in saying no, does she know what I went thru?

It's obvious no gal cares for me and it takes an empathic woman to love me.

 

My footfall leads to the cliff edge.

A dark precipice beckons.

I see no rocks impeding my progress to oblivion.

 

My end.