poetry ii

Be still, will you!
You know you always move
Too fast.
You know I hate it
When you do that.
You just don't seem to
Get it.
You can't bear this,
You will break,
And I'm going to have to pick up
The pieces
All over again.
I don't like it when you do that to me.
I don't like it when you
Run away with some
Flighty notion and get us into some
Ridiculous situation that
I don't know how to deal with
That leaves us both hurt.
Stop it!
Just sit down and shut up for a while.
Let me drink my tea
And read my paper in peace.

- Anon