I push you away with such force
that I tell myself I have lost you for good,
but you know to give me space,
to stay out of my path long enough
for me to keep moving forward
and for you to prepare
for yet another sneak attack.
But you are so predictable.
You always return to me.
I let myself believe for a moment
that you really are pure. Blinded
by sparkles and lust I reach
for you once more, but you are cold,
so very cold, that I remember
all the reasons you and I
could never be together.
You are so predictable.
You always return to me.
This time there are screams
coming from deep inside me
and I shove you with all my might
until you fold and crumble off
into a soiled pile on the side
of the road every winter you dare
to get in the way, the winters
I am pulled out of my house
in order to plow you away.
But you are so predictable.
You always return to me.
