I sit deceived,
bereaved; I don’t know what to believe.
I love for you
increases with velocity.
My melancholy for
your decision mounts with intensity.
As, my deep
depression crescendos
You and your spouse exchange
sexual innuendos.
No! I refuse to let this lovelorn disaster become
my new outrage.
No! Disengage!
Disengage!
As, you become
enamored with a total stranger.
I put myself in
psychosomatic danger.
I won’t be surmounted
in anger
I won’t resolve in
becoming the romantic avenger.
No! I refuse to let
this lovelorn disaster become my new outrage
No! Disengage!
Disengage!
No! I refuse to let
this let lovelorn disaster become my new outrage
No! Disengage!
Disengage!
As, my eyes begin to
emit my teary cytoplasm.
You are procreating
approaching orgasm.
As, I begin to reach
wistful catharsis.
I feel that I am the
third wheel, spinning off an improper axis.
When I
contemporaneously continue weeping
You spouse finally
starts ejaculating.
No! I refuse to let
this lovelorn disaster become my new outrage.
No! Disengage!
Disengage!
Afterwards, I
masticate food for closure.
This ambrosia induces
amnesia.
Just what I need,
forgetting you with the food I eat.
No! I refuse to let
this lovelorn disaster become my new outrage.
No! Disengage!
Disengage!
No! I refuse to let
this lovelorn disaster become my new outrage.
No! Disengage!
Disengage!
©2006 Mike Schonewolf
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