Dear to my heart in headlights

I'm almost monogamous 

but the deception is monotonus

I guess it happens to the lot of us

a singular life 

seems so free of strife 

are the lonely better off than the confused 

the mistreated, lied to, the abused 

we've all been the barer of bad news

so in all honesty which would you chose? 

Is it the press of someone else's flesh 

that makes us feel alive, refreshed? 

and at the same time pushed on and oppressed. 

I speak hypothetically 

Because I love pathetically 

and the hands held by mine, 

always keep the time 

so usually it's not me who let's go.