Not much skin in the game

Contract.
Compromise.
Agreement.
And soon I don’t know any more
what I actually signed up for?
Could the only clause
not just be:
We split
as soon as we have nothing more to say
about each other?
And still stay cheerful in spirit
about both our
independent futures
and greet each other
if we meet randomly
in public transport?
So you say one thing
but want heartbreak and dramatic opera
Where will this lead you
other than
to tears?
You can have some space
in my drawer
but my bath
and my soul and heart
are mine.