Passive.

You'll be gone, disappeared

in a couple of days

whilst your tune satiates.

If thats why

its falling in piece,

then this whole melody

of need

we succumbed to

is excused as well.

For its unequal yet,

a reciprocated set

murdered in jest,

nuggets dusted

dismissed

with distress

singing in comparison

to an overbearing display

of besottedness.

Maybe then we'd find

how alluring it became with

disdain where we started

while sentiment reign'd.

Therefore, and

because we're a long way,

celebrate a night of naivety

where I'll rinse all gratitude

and you dry us of worry.