No More

I will no longer tolerate,
the game that has been said to be so great.
I am finished with the problems,
the causations and their correlations.
The time it takes abhors me,
tired of the malicious jaws and claws.
This takes too much time,
so the last meaningful thing to do regarding love,
is to go along with it to write and rhyme.
Admiration has proven to be pointless,
along with the falling head over heels.
Scraping my own knees,
to be pushed down and thrown away.
We, we will no longer tolerate.
We are finished with the problems.
The time it takes abhors us.
Scraping our own knees.
Turning to the point of losing hope and interest,
to the point of just staying alone.
But this won't be good enough either will it?