Author: Candid Corvid Productions

Two can play at it
But I don’t want to

Trying to build a home on scaffolding
Puts too much pressure on the beams

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(Title of multiple meanings)

She’d liked keeping up with his trends
They gave her chances to explore flex

But he’d resented her mirroring
As he strove for his own identity

He’d liked parts
But not all of her

There were no second chances
Or room for evolution dynamics

She’d learned to fear…

She wondered if he’d felt inadequate
Because she was built for capacities

I’ve observed resentment grow
When as a couple shared space

The moment two became one
Identities were shed to censure

Is a solution to have own rooms
Taking turns where share desires

As interfacing finds its
Compliment organically?

My limbs hurt so bad
In any position that I

Doubt the possibility of
Ever sharing a bed again

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(Title of multiple meanings)

“I won’t put you through that again,” as he took her hand and gave her full eye contact in his sincerity.

“I promise to keep growing and comprehend…

You’ll never have to be alone, agaun.”

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(Title of multiple meanings)