As our beauty abandons us,
You look over your shoulder with indifference
A self-centered sacrifice of little consequence
Come and go are strangers with no currency of significance.
You have been forced to love me,
so hate me now before motivation is lost.
This biding of time is insulting,
composed of conversations to convince us of civility.
Marking the beautiful as a wretch
Replacing the superficial with substance
Questioning the rational and emotional
How does one cooperate without concession?