Flippin‘

Some people are so fickle  
with matters
of the heart  
I don’t understand how  
they can turn love  
on and off  
 
Bouncing quickly  
from partner  
to partner  
Informally dating,  
casually  
fucking  
 
Lies,  
secrets,  
illustrious affairs  
 
Innocent flirting  
Dancing that line  
It has to start somewhere
Juggling loyalty  
Like a hot potato  
 
Sprinkling love about  
like glitter  
Haven’t they heard?  
that’s the herpes  
of the craft world.  
Practicing  
safe embellishing,  
I hope.  
 
Then aggressively yanking it back  
Like a moody toddler  
Who no longer
 desires to share.  
For no other reason, than
Your mere existence  
Interrupts their  
omnipotent goals  
 
Livin’ the dream, I suppose  
Without even considering  
the expense,  
nonchalantly escapading  
all over town,  
 
Just flippin’
love switches  
all day...  
 
on...off...on....
...then off again...
 
fuck it,  
just leave it off!