You have the american dream in your eye.
Your pearly blue, your ghostly iridescence.
That Hemingway, Fitzgerald dream of
Escaping ennui.
Surpassing the norm.
Your lack of interest in social diplomacy –
You’re right. It is the thing I love and hate about you.
It is the thing that makes my blood boil.
And somehow I am not jealous when I picture your hands
On lacy red roses of another woman’s chastity.
I doubt chastity was involved, anyway.
High expectations lead only to extensive disappointment.
I no longer anticipate the end-all.
And this endeavor for me is,
Like you said,
A building block.
A stepping stone.
A cure to the moody lovesick blues
My tender, young naivete has believed so strongly in.
What are beliefs anyway except for convictions?
We try and we try to keep our interaction
Solely to one another’s beds.
But you keep dragging my vampire eyes
Out into daylight
Exposing them to the anarchy that is
Some breaking point or other.
Some weak link in a chain of events
That has escalated and digressed at once.
I never thought I’d be the one to say no more.
Even less did I think I'd be lying.

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