The Surrender #2

Her bitter meds have thickened me
But muscle memory blessed be
I’ve surrendered successfully
And it’s better than she to me
My own thin-skinned amphibian
Seems unsure where she fits in
But within her quiet hissin'
Lies some subtle proposition
The appropriate hour’s blink
Trades my credibility
Creates hallways unknown to me
To remain lost and alone as should be
Her rapid-fire lies require
Such arrogance we’ve both grown tired
However I’ve become this man
What a beautiful mistake she’s been
I’ve come undone not by my own will
But in lacking strength to fight destruction’s thrill
Love becomes shame in direct ratio
To the depths one allows one’s love to grow
Love becomes shame in direct ratio
To the depths one allows one’s love to grow
And living with this surrender
Seems all anyone needs to know