Temporary Love Mate

I’m on a roll. There goes another one. And maybe it’s not them, but myself that I can’t trust. This is why I bury. Can’t let the demons out to play. Tell em I’m messed up, and they think that it’s funny, not possible. So they’ll poke and they’ll prod, til I do something foul, say something slick. Then it’s to our corners, but I warn them of this mess. Still, I stay wrapped up in guilt, then I fade away. By the time I get around, they see no reason to stay. But I’ve always been gone. Never unpacked. Never moved in. Kept my baggage on the porch, makes for an easy escape.