love sucks

Stomping and wailing and pitching and railing
Up on the heath for the 20th time this week
Dog’s looking at me wary and licking his paws
Every time I get up he retreats from the door
Filled up the freezer and hoovered the floors
Watered the plants and rearranged the drawers
Stared out the window and counted the cats
Talked at my mother, thrown cards into hats
Peeled back a layer to get at what’s there
A blue felt beret sitting under my hair
A barrier to sense, its making me dense
Being in love sucks
Just my dumb luck