I suppose I could feign effort in making you feel,
but then I would be lying to you,
and you to yourself,
as even you wonder what took so long.
I'm unconcerned with the way you treat me from now on,
simply because I gotsomething I wanted.
But not everything, as that would mean
giving up everything I've worked to gain.
We are alike, but you are more vocal, and distinguished,
and I put on airs of social inexperience and stupidity.
Perhaps one day we will give up these fronts,
but until then, I'll sit and marvel at
our predicament;
our secret;
our addiction.
Personally Vague
You can say so much in such illusive terms as if to be vague intentionally but bordering on universals - we put up fronts occasionally, not all the I hope because the lies would get tangled in truths eventually - Hugs - Lady A