Accepting Denial

Having suffered through the latitude
Of your histrionic pall
I find myself compelled
To leave before the curtain fall
For like some razor wedding ring
You carve my tender flesh
And our mechanised gears once oiled
Now grind rusty as they mesh

When the honeymoon was over
We should have realised
We needed more than intercourse
To keep our love alive
For lust that sparks like lighting
Will jar like thunderís boom
As attraction based within four walls
Cannot last outside the room

So I dodge left as you weave right
Finding only empty space
Generated by the loss of us
A reality we must come to face
So as my last rebuttal
Sails past your comprehension
I finally begin to understand
The source of all your tension.

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