Bowl of Cherries

I fell in love with Mr Solitary
He hung his hat by the bed
And declared
I’d rather be alone tonight than with you  
I choose solitude instead
 
I waited  
And waited
I fought and cried
I shuddered and dreamt
 
These are my boundaries
This love is conditional  
On you respecting that
He hung up his hat
And declared
That is that
 
I don’t understand
Can’t you see?
Your unavailability
Is truly hurting me
 
I need a stable anchor
In a sea of uncertainty  
It feels like unintended cruelty
I’m afraid of being washed out to sea
 
I’m not a bowl of cherries  
You can’t pick and choose  
and have me wait by the bed,  
until you feel ready to be fed
 
I won’t wait
I’ll feed myself to the dog
And wash the pips down the drain
I don’t want to feel like this again