Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

She wished she knewBut she hasn’t got a clueWhat she did When all is said and doneShe didn’t even have funShe’d fooled herselfBelieved sex made them closerHe complained continuouslyThey’d had sex too soonLike there was a rulebook to followOn time limits before sex
Plenty of time had passedIn her eyesThree times a week for four weeksSix hours each timeHold hands; tell stories at French Roast, Walk empty city streets at 3 a.m. Sometimes, she’d drive him homeHe’d hug her tightly, Chastely kiss her foreheadPress his groin to hers
Truly she had no clue as to what set him offClearly sex made him vulnerableAfterwards he pushed her awayPicked arguments, and Communication went astrayHe proceeded to insult, belittle and ridicule herLike her ex-husband used to do
She wrote him a note, “I wish you well,”He wrote back he wished her the same“Fundamentally,” he explained, “I wanted us to get along. We’re both highly sensitive creaturesAnd without meaning to We push each other’s buttons.”She decided He was hazardous to her healthSex for him creates distance, not intimacyShe’d label himToxic after sexIf she knew before
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