Standoff

You’re looking over here

Wondering why I’m not looking over there

There are better things to be thinking of

There’s no story to my love

There’s nothing to tell

Either it was sick or it wasn’t doing well

In and out of course

Like sexual intercourse

Suffering confusion

Infusion led to divorce

Bonds broken

Miscommunication

Untouchable words

Unspoken frustration

Lies told over and over

To protect the guilty party

Separated and departed

Regretting it ever started

Face twisted like somebody farted

Passed gas we couldn’t stand each other’s

Black as__” it’ so hard to get along”

That was our song

Moving on like a rite of passage

From one stage to another

Off to a different venue

Everything looks good to me

On the menu

I don’t want to offend you

I’ve been searching most of my life

To find something that shines like new

A keepsake to make mines

It’s not in me to settle

Mellow and smooth like Jell-O

The O is for occupational Hazard

I’m the jealous kind

Too territorial

Take it slow we just met

You may be rushing into

Your regret