I wish you wouldn't tease me so.
It seems almost unfair.
You take me by the hand, transported,
And promptly leave me there.
I've grown in you and changed,
And expect an explanation
Of what it is you mean to do.
But you wilt my expectation.
One minute an epiphany
Has taught me more of you,
and I advance in blessing
Unsure what next to do.
And there I stand, in waiting,
Prepared to hear your voice,
But you smile at me, assure me,
What I do next is my own choice.
I don't want it! I would rather
You show me, all mapped out
The road that you have chosen
And not leave me lost in doubt.
But my character is built, you say
When I, alive, break free,
And find you where you may be found
And you show yourself to me.
It is unfair, and I insist
The days when I give in
And decide to call the hunting off
Are days I'm lost in sin
Without the strength to get back up
And follow you, you see.
That is, of course, when you come out
And start pursuing me.
This give-and-take is wearying,
My mortal self is weak.
But since you are my everything
I cannot help but seek
You when you are silent,
Nor be cold when you draw near.
And from this whirling head of mine
I pluck one thought that's clear:
Our relationship, your lessons,
Are to be my happy bane.
For without you, dear Frustration,
I think I'd go insane.
postscript
Been writing a bit lately, but none of it's coming out well. Here's a taste.