skitterer.

You skittered through my gaze
Like a small, skittery waterbug
Darting this way and that
And that and this and that
Way.
Pissing me off.
Your eyes were shifty,
You’d put on Music
And twirl around,
Pissing me off.
You’d giggle and
Bring in tea
That I’d have to drink
Bitter (the tea and me).
Rhymes!
Glorious
And
Colorous
Through the prism
Of your hatred
Or was it Love?
Could it be Love?
Maybe
I shouldn’t have been so harsh
You in your skittery
Shifty
Waterbug brain
Thought it was Love.
I didn’t Know.
Save yourself!
Run, little bug!
Maybe I should be honest:
Go Away.