What Kind of Love Is Making Me...?

What kind of love is making me,
watch you like a hawk.
Wanting to know did the two of you talk.

Why was it that the phone would ring,
then it would hang up?
Did you put some sort of potion in my
coffee cup?

What kind of love is this,
when I don't get any rest,
when every time I am with you
I feel like I am being put to a test?

Yesterday I didn't like your tone,
last week you checked my phone.
Thought I wasn't paying any attention,
and oh, I almost forgot to mention...

I feel so very weary of you,
it's always do, do, do!
Tell me where to go,
always sharing what you know,
but your story-telling is slow.

Someone put a Who Done It? mixture,
over my eyes, because truth
has been replaced with shameful lies.

Lift me up, then he tells me to shut up.
He plays a head game or two,
but I reverse them back on you.

There is no love, no sign from above.
Just a one act show to attempt to bring me down low.

But my feelings are like seasons,
they change for good reasons.

Don't need any excuse for doing anything,
when all it is, is trouble that the Devil brings.

Nicholl McGuire

Listen to her reading poems here.