Boomerang

Boomerang (2nd March, 2016)

As hard as I throw, they keep coming back,

Gluttons for punishment, drawn to the black,

Why are they seeking out more of the same?

Why are they asking for more of the pain?

Do they believe that I don’t know myself,

That I’m afraid to be left on the shelf?

Why do they think history won’t repeat?

Why do they want to sweep me off my feet…again? again? again?

I’m waving goodbye with silent replies,

Sweet in disguise, but my smiles are all lies,

How many times do I have to say no?

How many hints will persuade them to go?

Did someone arrange a sort of parade,

And have invitations carefully made?

At first just a joke, but now it’s a farce,

Is it just a phase, or going to last?

Why do you want this bruised and broken thing?

Try as you might, I doubt you’ll make it sing.

Going back to you like a boomerang

Was never a part of my master plan…insane! insane! insane!

I’m lighting fires underneath the old names,

I’m watching the bridges go up in flames,

How many times do I need to destroy,

Human connections that don’t bring me joy?

I’m cutting the ties that once bound so tight,

I’m hoping the ships sail past in the night,

How many times do I wish to repeat,

I’ll love the one that I’m still yet to meet…

Jennifer Pickup