Fatal Flaw - Elsinore

The temperature of your body

Is related to your temper

And the shortness of your fuse

And the wreckingballs

The phrases that you swing at me

Are detrimental to my fragile form

They’re the fatal flaw of your love for me

Every word I write

Has strings tied tightly to you

You would stand in front of me

With your head down just to appease me

You’re the government

The inverse of a crossword

You’re a palindrome, you’re fake fur

Reading Vonnegut back to front

I want to see you now

Want to hear the way your words have changed

You were always one to hope for rain

Have you found the right umbrella?

If you are a cosmonaut, stay out

Where are you?

Circumstances as they are

I prefer no surprises