Spitting on the sidewalk
The perfect analogy
No regard for promises
No attempt at apologies.
It’s time for me to walk away
Nothing I can do
I have simply had enough
I’m tired of loving you.
Been charging up the middle
Meeting with resistance
Been getting knocked around
Complete with consequences.
Feeling belly up
No options or recourse
You show no depth of feeling
No guilt …. blame or remorse.
Found the invitation
A late night rendezvous
I’m not into slumming
Sorry …. but I’m through.
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