I am so angelically sweet to him, it is as though I am physically inclined.
I am so foolishly weak to him, and sometimes I forget to use my intelligent mind.
I understand his thought process, I am a woman.
I must have a plan.
But, the truth, I can always withstand.
A natural interruption occurs when two become lovers.
Man and woman are beautifully out of sync with one another.
I cannot question my intelligence and tell myself lies.
But, I must ask..
Has he forgotten me and our instant bond?
The little coincidences that neither of us could explain?
What has caused it all to deteriorate?
I must pull away.
I am always able to pull away.
Especially if I am pushed away.
I cannot question what may be real or fake.
We are not characters in a play.
I want things to just be.
I am going to just be, I now know what defines me.
Smooth, with no confusion.
So now, I must bow out to avoid a painful collision.