What happens when the sex stops?

I really should give up on this life,

Not this living kind

but this loving kind.

It's self-evident that we two together,

Won’t make love last forever.

I really should give up on this life,

Not our once harmonious kind

but this blaming whoever, whenever kind.

Paraphrasing Sir Issac, our actions

create opposite and unenviable reactions

I really should give up on this life,

Not our once sensitive, loving kind

but this harsh, ungrateful kind.

We never embrace love anymore,

We poke the wound with a stick ‘til it’s raw

I really should give up on this life,

Not the once noisy, passionate kind

but the silent, unforgiving, uncaring kind.

When we share opinions and the decisions made,

They are your decisions, my thoughts slayed.

I really should give up on this love,

not the once romantic, carefree kind

but our present, and conceivable future kind.

We are heading somewhere dark and fast,

I apologise for the dreams now passed.

I really shouldn’t give up on our love.

Instead, arrest this boyish mind,

Your love for me is so well defined

Love is more than just sex. I can’t deny this.

So I’ll pack away my toys and my midlife crisis.