You say it’s our inexorable destiny to be together,
happy until the end of time.                   -Or so you say.
You profess that we will stand robust in most obscure weather,
and that our love will endure time.        -I say that is cliché.

You say: “We are star crossed loves, everyone knows it’s true.”
All I hear: “Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.”
You say: “I am so elated that I had the courage to talk to you.”
All I hear: “Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, and more Blah.”

There is a hint of magic that rolls off of your poison tongue-
It is faintly there, buried deep within your twisted complexity-
For isn’t this all the same shit that you just told the other one?
Don’t take me for a fool, I know all too well of your duplicity.

But I will be direct, sincere, and not let it hide-
You succeeded in making me feel special inside.