Poem: Conflicted

Love and hate are opposite sides of the same coin and person. It's our nature.

Conflicted        

She arrived late last night, again.

Out of the blue. No word she was coming.

No call, no text saying, hey, can I drop by and see you?

Just showed up unannounced. I found her when

I woke this morn and spotted her white

fur coat, tossed next to the door.  

It gave me a chill.

You’d think

I’d be

used to

it by now. 

We’ve had our

issues over the years.

She’s the reason my toes are

always cold. It was due to her

the little buggers got frostbit when

I was twelve years old. When I stuck my feet

in a tub of hot water and bawled in agony, she turned

a cold shoulder. Her uncaring nature irks me to no end.

Still, we often enjoy being together.

She can get down and hit the

town hard. And then,   

she can also be

extremely

quiet. 

Not full

of herself,

like Spring or Summer.

And oh my god, she can be so

sublimely beautiful it takes my breath away.

But rude, ya know?

To be honest,

I’m never

sorry to

see her

go.