THE TROUBLE WITH LOVERS

WOLFPACK OF ONE SINGLES CLUB: SIX
Trouble is neither my middle name nor my business.

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Dinner's in the dog again, the bed is always closed. With no imagination left, we're sleeping in our clothes. We kiss like missing persons and never close our eyes, we make our love like robots. Like robots in disguise.

The trouble with lovers, sisters and brothers is learning to trust when the feeling is gone. It's hard to imagine the extent of the damage when you can't trust each other, you just hold on.

We move in small circles and we do the defeat. We dance like bad accountants, making up the numbers as we shuffle to our seats. You treat me like a bruise or the shit upon your shoes and what's more, you cheat on me like a Scrabble board when there's no one keeping score.

The trouble with lovers, sisters and brothers is learning to trust when the feeling is gone. It's hard to imagine the extent of the damage when you can't trust each other, you just hold on.