Forgive me, sexy castle of my longing,

  for it seems that

  I have to divorce you again.

  /

  Do not ask why it always

  happens right after

  Our honeymoon.

  /

  Or why we never really

  bedded, despite all my efforts

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  to make our relationship work.

  /

  I might have said this before, but

  your hallways always seem so distant to me,

  your windows so open and so closed.

  /

  Your walls lock me in,

  guiding me and restricting me

  at the same time.

  /

  Often times, I take a wrong turn,

  and I get lost in your many passages, only to

  find my way out after countless hours

  of trial and error.

  /

  My frustration builds for days on end,

  and eventually, I leave.

  Yet I always return.

  /

  I continue to be enthralled by your hypnotic beauty, no matter

  the number of mistresses I have been with.

  Still, I treat you unfairly.

  /

  Your corridors fill with trash I sworn I already

  cleaned up and sometimes

  I forget to care.

  /

  I am a terrible excuse of a housekeeper,

  I confess. I should hand the keys to kid Coby down the

  block for at least he

  polishes his childhood toys.

  /

  However,

  even as I depart,

  I selfishly cling on to your wasted love,

  hopelessly waiting for the day when

  I am capable

  and experienced enough

  to deserve your welcoming, faithful doors

  /