Oh, Dear

He'll lie and steal and cheat and beg you from his knees, make you think he means it this time. He'll tear a hole in you, the one you can't repair. But I still love him, I don't really care. When we were young, we did enough. When it got cold, we bundled up. I can't be told it can't be done. It's better to feel pain, than nothing at all. The opposite of love's indifference. So pay attention now, I'm standing on your porch screaming out. And I won't leave until you come downstairs. And I don't blame you dear for running like you did all these years; I would do the same. And the highway signs say we're close but I don't read those things anymore. I never trusted my own eyes. So keep your head up, my love.