You Leave, You Come

Lorna Dwyer April 2005


Why is it,

That you can,

Still get to me,

Even when you're gone?

You're not around,

You don't care.

Yet when you're here,

You're like a cyclone.

You come home,

You yell.

You fight.

You hurt.

Yet then you're,

Gone from here.

Leaving me,

With this.

Do you even,

Think on what,

You leave behind,

For me?

I don't get to leave,

I'm stuck here,

With you're mess,

To clean.

You even hurt me,

You seem to know,

The topics that hurt,

Me the most.

Yet still I love you,

As you leave your mess,

Like you are meant to.