I was never fully yours, you were never fully mine!
Such is the drama that oft exhausts your will.
It’s time to take a break from all this scheming rhyme
before I imagine that such a hocus-pocus skill
can conjure up more meaning than it does,
but I must confess I have some faith in magic
and to match words gives me quite a buzz,
although I know that so many think it tragic
to appeal to mysteries in a world of science.
I should be avant-garde! I should be new!
And yet here I am in all my old defiance,
concocting poems that star the pronouns me and you—
(despite the thousands spent on therapy and learning,
still these small events of love continue burning).
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