Skip Beat
Don't be immature, my dear,
not after claiming your tantrums
were over and done with.
Reconnect us!
My circulation is fluttering
beneath your death-grip on control.
I refuse to fall victim
yet again, yet again!
We're a skipping record,
we're an overused plot-twist.
(Please,
let's forget about
your 'right'
and my 'wrong'.)
We're fading again, aren't we?