Tell Me

We're not going to talk about this, then?
The next hurdle on the track
That is our relationship.
We're going to ignore it,
As with everything else,
Until we hate each other,
Until we can't do anything
Except shout and scream and cry and threaten.
Threaten with leaving,
Threaten with divulging secrets,
Threaten with being alone again.
Until it takes 6 months to repair
Our foundations.

While I appreciate
That within my own metaphor,
Our relationship has gone from track
To house,
There will be no metaphor left
If you can't just tell me.