Miss Fairweather and Mr. Comebackagain (A poem in broken verse)

Miss Fairweather and Mr. Comebackagain (A poem in broken verse)

Oh, I know and love both of you
in your many forms.
But your pure forms I see so well.
so I must expose you both.

Miss Fairweather
my honest friend,
we share so much and so few;
there's not much you don't know of me.
but you come and whine to me
about problems here and far,
and when I have problems of my own
I can't find where you are.

Mr. Comebackagain you've fooled me.
Many, many times.
You come to me during your roughest hour,
and I'm here for you, there for you,
from the ones who hurt you most.
And revived you leave
and I am hooked on you,
and again your lost from view
off to prove to those who hurt you
that they must love you too.
They never will,
and run to them- you'll push.
Oh, you're not content with me.
Even though I'm here in the end.
Oh, what a fool you've made me,
Mister,
come back again.

I'm left here,
between you,
even though you are both away.
I could take a step forward
and hide from verse,
it follows you know-
like thee.

-Matthew Koutzun