The atmosphere was tense

He was way too high

His altitude had wrecked her buzz

He’s not her type of guy

What started with a Malbec Shiraz

Two walks, great talks and razzmatazz

Had become an endless line

Of excuses that didn’t suffice

And then over time, she became

Incumbent to false apologies

She would fidget through hypocrisies

And philosophies and mediocrities

And his translucence became clear

She could no longer adhere

To his fancies, flirtations and ways

It’s just a phase.

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