CAMELOT FANTASIES

Psychological warfare dripping with innuendos
Sparring from love and the fine line dividing it, hate
Social media has destroyed a decade of loving
Living and walking on egg shells of late
She leaves at 6, he left at 5 in the morning
Slumber on a bed of nails
At least that’s how it feels
Sex is mechanical
He is forcing himself on her
She’s comparing the wall color to that of the living room
Victim hood and blame is the current game
Therapy has no name
Fir him it’s BS
For her it’s been a stress
Missing how they came together with love
Can’t stand his narcissistic tendencies
Didn’t know that’s what it was
Where do they go from here
Who knows
Wherever they land, much better from where they are this year

When do you know, it’s not what you want anymore
And no means no

~Divine