As beauty abandons us,
You look over your shoulder with indifference
A self-centered sacrifice of no consequence
Come the strangers with no currency of significance.

You have grown to love me,
so hate me now before interest is lost.
This biding of time is insulting,
composed of conversations to convince us of civility.

Marking the beautiful as a beast
Replacing the superficial with substance
Questioning the rational and emotional
How does one cooperate without concession?