I wish you were in the night
as you are in the day
all I'm asking for is consistency
in the things you say
you message me late at night
to ask if you can call
so you might feel less alone
I agree with out stall
but in the day you're furious
at everything I do
at which point during the night
did you stop being you
then you reach for me again
in the dead of the night
to say that you miss me still
and we're not alright
but the next morning you say
you've had a new boy
he's been around for weeks
is it your intent to toy?
Are you still love stricken
or fraught with pride
stuck in this never ending tale
of Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde