To irritate me, you twist the pegs
of my instrument while I'm not looking.
Strum, the clang pulls at my ears,
I cringe.

I drink.
You irritate me, pull at my ears,
then twist my arm behind my back
I cry 'stop' and lean in

sometimes I kiss you
sometimes I don't, I always want to
but I don't really have a say in it.
I cringe.