Covert Opperations Officer

The desperate love bites,
of a dying romance.
No amount of intervention,
can revive a woman's mind
who's made up.

Sex is a deathbed,
we toss and turn in,
where we never learn our lessons.
Our heads don't rest,
with minds running on one track.
The horror of being an afterthought.
As she delays,
a response that arrives way too late.
I'm barking up the wrong tree,
of her self obsessed me,me,me's
and their supposed pedigree.
Subliminally,let's me know
I'm not as important,
as I thought I was.
My Attention placed,
where it doent belong.
 
No more extinct animals
No more Zoo's
No more tame,struts of captivity
No more me,
dragging this weight towards you.
No more.

There is no in between
The inevitability of everything.