In the grip of this
Two minds, each
Lost
Blind to the needs
Of each other's
Wants
Circles, repetitive
Scene seen countless
It seems
Hopeless and broke
When did we
This isn't fair
To hurt and need
To plead
Neither heard
Listening only if
Our answers are spoke
There comes a point
Love,
Each needs to
Do what needs
But don't want
So one does.
Culminating love
Done.