I watch,
I watch you switch,
I see you happy,
and then as if at a flip of a switch,
I see you unhappy,
and it is like treading on eggshells,
and it is hard to know what you are thinking,
but I wish,
I wish I knew,
but you,
you are a destructive you,
and you have so much anger in you,
and I cannot fathom you out one bit,
and alas it is true,
you say life has no meaning one moment,
and the next,
you are full of the joys of spring,
and you swing,
you swing back and forth like a pendulum,
and how hard it is on the both of us,
and how often despair,
it comes over you and plays with your heart,
and it is a sad part of us,
and it is a constant battle,
that has gone on long enough,
and you have no wish for pills,
you say, because they only make you ill,
and you say there are far too many side effects,
and it ruins your day,
and this discombobulated life we lead,
it is not easy, not easy at all,
and I wish I knew what to say,
because it seems to be,
it seems to be eroding our love away,
and this fragmentary love,
it is no good,
for you or for me,
and far too often there are tears and misery,
and when I ask if it is because of me,
you say it isn't,
and you just say it is a bad day,
and I just want to put an end to it all,
and I only wish for you to be happy,
and to make you happy,
and if you are not happy,
and I am not happy,
what is the point of it all?