when boredom hits...

Selfish, taking it all apart.
Liquefying with easy little thoughts,
Taking on a challenge within myself
To keep your flowers on that window sill,
To not throw down my guard,
For it will come in handy next week.
And although I am a rigorous assignment
Blessed under lights, you take on the task
Very well.
An easy test, this is not.
A testing love, I wish this was.
But what definition it holds, it is not exact.

On a particular day I will chose to elaborate on my
Feelings.
Detailed with funny little sounds, words, pictures.
Petrified, you are fine with basic thoughts and agreements.
No need for complex theories, no need for choosy demands.
You are fine, smiling with simplicity.
Days like these, I will start to feel fussy, I will start to
Believe it is me that needs the fixing.
You will become refined, that picturesque description
Of what every man built by god should offer a woman.
I will dismiss it, and carry on with my meticulous picking.
I will make you suffer, and in turn you will love me
Even more.

How sweet I will find those same flowers tucked under
Blankets, water spilt, leaking through the mattress.
I will idolize this moment, for when you become irate,
The whole world stops and I become enthusiastic.
My love will run with fever.
For me, the definition of passion will collide with
Rage, for me the battle is the greatest form of
Love. The fight, my selfishness, my eagerness,
It is all to rid you of tranquility.