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?