CAMP

You told me to leave your camp
so I did.
I packed my tent and my knapsack
and I left.
Walking out of that field,
I didn't want to leave.
I loved you.
But you didn't want me around,
anymore.

You were upset with me
for being upset with you.
But I couldn't help it.
You knew I loved squirrels.
And I told you that it wasn't okay
that you were dropping your
plastic juice caps on the ground
because squirrels eat them and die.
But you did it again,
more than twice.
How could I not be upset.
Yet I wish I had not been,
because I loved you
more than two squirrels.
Now I am bitter that you
don't want me over something so small.
I miss your lips more
than a sweet guitar riff.
And I don't want to write
angsty guitar songs.
I want to keep writing guitar love-songs.
So I have no choice but to keep loving you.