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Degeneration of a sacrifice
As I crash through life from one relationship to another,
I find I have a bad habit of falling too much into love.
Inebriated by the attentions of a woman I
Readily;
Easily;
Regrettably ;
Metaphorically;
Rip my heart out of my swollen chest and place it delicately in her hands,
Whereupon I silently;
Solemnly;
Purposefully;
Ask them to take care of this for me.
Invariably, through time, I seem to mess something up.
My heart's guardian tosses it aside in a mixture of disgust and disappointment
And I am left with a hollow, empty soul into which I must grow a new one.
As with any regeneration, it is not a perfect replica.
Scabbed;
Scarred;
Stunted.
Nevertheless it is all I have to offer to the next smiling eyed woman who
Ensnares me with her gaze and cheeky grin.
Captivating me with an intoxicating air and outstretched expecting hands.
And once more I extricate my sanguine organ and place my token down,
Only for the cycle to repeat.
I wonder how many more times can I perform this task before it fails.
Fails to be recognisable as that which it is supposed to be.
Fails to be a satisfactory offering unto the goddess to whose alter I kneel before this time.
Fails to survive the extraction.
I find I have a bad habit of falling too much into love.
Inebriated by the attentions of a woman I
Readily;
Easily;
Regrettably ;
Metaphorically;
Rip my heart out of my swollen chest and place it delicately in her hands,
Whereupon I silently;
Solemnly;
Purposefully;
Ask them to take care of this for me.
Invariably, through time, I seem to mess something up.
My heart's guardian tosses it aside in a mixture of disgust and disappointment
And I am left with a hollow, empty soul into which I must grow a new one.
As with any regeneration, it is not a perfect replica.
Scabbed;
Scarred;
Stunted.
Nevertheless it is all I have to offer to the next smiling eyed woman who
Ensnares me with her gaze and cheeky grin.
Captivating me with an intoxicating air and outstretched expecting hands.
And once more I extricate my sanguine organ and place my token down,
Only for the cycle to repeat.
I wonder how many more times can I perform this task before it fails.
Fails to be recognisable as that which it is supposed to be.
Fails to be a satisfactory offering unto the goddess to whose alter I kneel before this time.
Fails to survive the extraction.
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