sensible, you call me;
elegantly-flung emotions flash,
newly created, (remembered) on the floor.
there, you see:
i have always (never) been in control.
mien: too tense, you say. cold.
even so, you don’t see all;
nothing is (quite) as it seems.
think as you will, i don’t care.
accuse me, if you will –
loving seems so hard to do.
(let me be honest, in truth i care, but
you make it so difficult.)