Our Special Tango
Can you smell the Feces on my Boot?
The Alcohol upon my breath?
Probably Not...
Endlessly engulfed in the image of yourself.
I could breathe fire, and **** Gold
Neither making one difference.
Your bubble impervious to the rest of the world.
I look you straight in the eyes, and say:
"I Love You"
OR
"Your Beautiful"
But, I don't want to be here.
And, Neither do you.
Instead we prance around each other's feelings.
Desperately avoiding, that one final blow.
I still love my last girlfriend,
And, You love the man you want me to be.
I only chose you for the challenge, that conquest now accomplished.
I have lost any shred of interest.
Face to Face, so awkward.
Both of us hate each other.
So, we force every fake smile.
Our little tango, to avoid an obvious truth.
Copyright © Anthony Guccia | Year Posted 2016
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