To Lend a Shoulder

Acceptance sits on his right shoulder;
Denial stands on his left, chest puffed.
Acceptance tells him what he knows,
Denial persuades that he's still loved.

He's so tired of saying, "please, come back",
And her apologies, he would rather never hear.
With each new sorry his heart turns more black,
And Denial more readily appears,
With his sadistic grin,
Telling him:
"There's still hope;
There's still a chance;
To regenerate
This dead romance."

And I think it could've been something to believe,
If he wasn't laughing so hysterically.