The Brain, the Boy, and the Bomb

Obnoxious girl,
              provocative girl,
      you're prancing around
                 lighting fuses
                         you can't see the end of.
          You hurt me.
                      Fine.
                           I'll deal.
                      But it didn't end there, did it?
          You hurt him.
      You bait him,
                 then you turn around
                                     and
                                     can't
                                     keep
                                     your
                                     hands,
                                     lips,
                                     off
                                     him.
                      You know I'm protective.
                      He's my best friend.
And if I'm so predictable,
           don't act surprised
 when I make you the obscure south Pacific island
 to my military bomb test.