Izzit.

Izzit what i'm looking for.
Izzit what i've found.
Izzit how it all ends
Inextricably bound?

Duzzit bend that part of me.
Duzzit fill the cracks.
Duzzit take forever
To wipe away the tracks?

Ittiz anger empathic.
Ittiz haunt reclaim.
Itduz take forever
To resonate with blame.

Itzright at the end you see.
Itzall food for thought.

Itznot like i'm lost or
Lonely without the things

that you bought.

Silly wee me.

Let me try
to explain,
It is not about
being vain.

It is for the sake
of lost loves,
That I wear my
black leather gloves.

And, as a result,
my touch can seem
Distant, remote,
naïve and green.