People get under my skin
no matter who they are.
You meet someone too often,
and eventually they become
distasteful.
At first I thought maybe because
they were not like me, and so
I replaced them, and replaced
again and again.
Eventually though I realised
that nobody’s going to make
happy the way I want to be.
And so I turned my tide
the other way around, and
swept up all the losers I could find,
and hoped and prayed that
they didn’t kick me out of their lives.
