h2>Dating : Good Riddance
Cosmos, you’re funny. Sending him over to me like that. He thought I, was beautiful. I bet. As if it even matters for what comes next.
Like get those abs away from me. Take your perfect triceps, your bulging biceps and go. Shoo, shoo away from here. Get your ghost on, poof be gone. Like seriously, grab your six pack and please move right along.
Depart gracefully and give up now. I’m offering you an out. Leave before we both forget how. Skedaddle into the crowd. Scram before it all goes south. Before you tell me how I’m not that pretty, not that funny and certainly not a wow. You know before you call me a psycho b*tch whose turned into a fat cow. Here’s your exit plan, take your final bow.
But I digress. Let’s keep theatrics out of this. Let me save you and cosmos some trouble. Let’s skip past the part where you spark, I glint, you gleam, I flicker, you flare, I dream, then you grow.
I sparkle, you sweat, I scream, you crest, I kinda can’t breathe, then it’s crucial and you glow. I’m happy, you’re quenched, I flinch, you hint that it’s time for you to go.
You incite, we fight, I compromise, we cry, and apparently you feel stifled inside. I smother, you provoke, I suppress, you choke, we both see the smoke rise.
You douse what remains. Extinguishing flames with words meant to billow. The rules of engagement are null and void hurling out the window. As we puncture wounds with sacred truths revealed from our intimate pillow.
Stained with charred remnants we must surrender, retreat, let go. The embers of love imposes it’s will and we’re forced to repeat this tango. You stir the residue, I bury the ashes. We rekindle the flame. We dig new trenches but repeat the same pain. Our shame, at an all time low, diminishes as the final curtain falls on our epic little show.
So shoo, shoo away from me, get ghost and just go. Keep your scintillating skin to yourself. Keep your dreamy eyes…blues so deep I’d drown a thousand times. Go ahead. Turn around, and kill someone else with that insatiable smile.