Stop selling each other short for the price of revenge,the currency of infidelity the cheap thrill of hate.
Common sense doesn't add up when common sense run low in the bank account of our broken trust.
We're selling our souls to gain points in the relationship that already sold out, auctioning off pieces of who we used to be for the satisfaction of being right.
Both of us paying for the price of loves hassle,counting the cost of every harsh word,every door slammed,every night spent on opposite sides of the same cold bed.
Out of desperation we buy de parts-Eyes that used to see beauty now shopping for flaws,lips that spoke promises now bidding on lies,hands that once held gently now reaching for anything that might fill a void.
The clearance sale of our intimacy:ass for $9.99,hips marked down,hair on discount,heart half price and damaged goods.
We browse the aisle of artificial affection hoping to resemble what was dismantled,searching for replacement parts for love we threw away when it was still under warranty.
Change becomes inevitable when you realize you've been shopping in the wrong store, looking for value in the marketplace that only sell cheap substitutes for what was priceless.
Be afford A boo-
Not affordable in dollars but in currency that actually matters: respect that doesn't fluctuate,trust that holds its value,love that appreciates instead of depreciated with time.
Stop the liquidation sale of your heart.You're worth more than bargain basement prices,more than clearance rack romance,more than marked-down affection from someone who sees you as inventory instead of irreplaceable...