I am a broken toy, discarded with the rest
The annual termination of symbolic relations,
One more on the heap

Purple coloured 'flowers' intermittently scattered
My flesh, forever debased
Yours, barely tarnished

This is hardly a new game to you
It's been roughly twenty-six months since your last true victory,
I came ever so close to being worthy of you.

Days pass, I mourn our partnership
Lachrymose daydreams of a lover so governing
I plead for transcendence.