Oh, I do not
believe what I see
Your mask of sobriety
And insistence
on lying so carefully
Have you not
interpreted the stories
That the tell
tale chemicals brewing say?
Have you not
smelt unhurriedly
The balmy scent
of affinity in the air?
And the utter casualty
it could prove to be.
The accidental
brushing of skin
Right across
mine
And the
heightened emotions that pass me by
Like a mindless
butterfly
That bats its
wings
As I sink in
deeper
In your bottomland
of pretentious nonchalance
Made of your
seemingly insouciant words
And the
unintentional glance.
Now, listen, you
must cease
This troublesome
demolition of me
With such
immense amount of ease.
Can we not sit
and negotiate
A fair game of
affection?
May be over a
coffee
or some great conversation?
If you only
choose to consider my offer
I say we could
both a game win
Of benevolent
manipulation
And strictly no
fancies and whims
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