For my sister, who correctly guessed this was inspired by her situation when she read it.
It was smooth sailing when first you two met,
You clicked as random parts of happy dream!
You knew no commitment, to make you fret
Or stare down the dream, in eyes a harsh gleam.
But something made it real, took scene from seams
Of dream; into realms of possible let.
Reality, to your head a hard beam,
Or in your eye it makes vision all wet.
Now your system's in fight, flight, fawn, or freeze.
To confront your fears, excruciating.
To run away, not look back, it's a breeze.
Break-up could be ameliorating.
The solution's not terse, won't fit in verse.
Confront fears, or worse, relation in hearse.
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