Corroded

I look at you sometimes

trying to figure out what it was

What ‘it’ was

that made me think I could love you forever

I probably can like you forever

but, love, never

because I don’t fancy you anymore

not even a little bit

your conversation gets on my tits

For a while now I’ve been sexually frustrated

even a giver gets pissed

I know it’s not all about sex

but bad sex does not help

You fulfil me in lots of other ways

but selfish loving becomes corrosive

eating

away

one orgasm might have saved us