Adieu
To think of you is not a torture
But what an elegant delight!
The sense of self esteem I'll nurture
With lots of diligence and might.
What do I want to say, I wonder?
I guess, it's all been said before
And yet I drill and peel and ponder
On what that is that I want more.
The role of house wife do I admire?
Sex slave's collar do I covet?
To love and to be loved I aspire
And yet I would submit in bed.
How do I do it? You would ask me?
- I stopped pretending, - I'll reply.
There'd be no tension, I would just be
In the moment, I won't deny
The hopelessness, the anguish, the fear.
How did I not see? It's a game!
You're so irreplaceable, so dear.
Our interaction has no name.
I'll retrospect on all that happened.
I'll think the situation through,
Derive a strategy. I mapped it!
Right! That's where I went wrong. Adieu!
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