Sour Romance

Petulant pouts and reluctant shrugs, Smirk of nose, slight of eyes glint, Made the communication impasse, She was expectant somewhere under, That I will smoothen pouts and make her more than shrug, Straighten her nose and set her eyes normal straight shine, And gently and coaxing murmur sweet nothings in her ears, Hopelessly, cinematically romantic she thought she was, I had had enough and could not stand to be her hero, Something inside me had knotted hard and fast, I also had neat reasons to pout, shrug and smirk, And also to carry on the incommunicado, I had seen several of them do the same and many times, The genuine animal inside me had risen to the fore, It did not want to act conciliatory but gnash teeth, Reduced to naturals the relationship had to end, As naturally as it could get, It did so fast enough, I have now another pout, smirk, shrug and glint.