I
Haven't yet said "good-bye"
To this bittersweet lie
Of pretend bliss.

I
Crush my hopes into dust
Just to cover the rust
Of your kiss.

You
Cause me to reassign
A degree of divine
To your mess.

You
Make my atoms surpass
Their intangible mass
Of nuclear stress.

We
Are a hazard of choices,
Deaf to each other's true voices
Of greed.

We
Sing a quartet for two,
Two cages in a human zoo
Of primal need.

I
Play roulette on my heart
And you're quoting Descartes
To justify.

You
Think and therefore you are,
But I can't get very far
Past "why."

We
Are a hazard of choices
Deaf to each other's true voices,
We're petrified.

But I haven't yet said "good-bye"
To this beautifully wry
State of mind.