Creepy Love

The night from which I creep.

Slowly off it drips in light.

The days when I do sleep.

Waking up I jump in fright.

As came the rhythm, went the beat,

To the left and from the right.

When our ambling wayward feet,

Crossed paths that faithful night.

We knew we had to meet.

We knew it at first sight.

Most Herculean were our feats.

Together we had might.

But it's a dead-end kind of street,

Where our fancies take to flight.

Of our sowing we two reap.

And of our coupling, two unite.

But it's our standing of the heat,

Of the flame we did ignite.

Only then can life taste sweet,

Or all the world look bright.

Are we then to be complete?

No.  It seems we're never quite.

Pay attention, now.  It's deep.

It's a depth that can excite.

Is it yours or my conceit?

That has gained so much in height?

All your tricks to me you treat.

Like a dog you lick and bite.

But it's my words you make me eat,

Though your interest is so slight.

It's the secrets that you keep.

It's the people that you spite.

While shifting in your seat,

Passed teeth you clench so tight,

Spew the insults that you heap.

In a verse so erudite.

Is it faith that needs to leap?

When your curse is so polite.

No, nothing is so neat.

It's not just black or white.

And venom's prone to seep, 

Making everything seem trite.

Like when your boat has sprung a leak.

Or your fruit's gone over ripe.

Or in another late night tweak,

That we attend without invite.

I'm still your all-time favorite freak.

Always falling for your hype.

But time can only fleet.

Like the water in your pipe.

Or the tears you often weep.

Is it pain or shear delight?

And all those answers that you seek.

To your sad and sorry plight,

Won't be found at some retreat.

Mistaking the ritual for the right.

So, of the matter, find the meat.

And of your purpose, don't lose sight.

It's the truth you know I speak.

And in the end it's fuck or fight.

This poem is about: 
Me

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