He’s such a darling sweetheart

Of course he will buy you presents

He always comes ready with a

Bunch of flowers and an innocent kiss

Gives me spending money

For my holiday in Paris.

Spends money, buys me

Countless gifts, because

I am his.

 

Stupid girl.

You are refusing him satisfaction

In lust, so he presents you with

Objects of his affection

As substitution

– for the tool he is –

For that which he wishes

To ravish you

With.

 

He’s played innocent and guilty,

Blinded lucky number seven,

To my knowledge – he likes the exclusive.

Burns his wrist to prove his love

God only knows his next trick.

Blue diamonds in

Your hand, you accept.

And then he is

Elusive.

 

Stupid girl.

You will believe him, his charm,

Fall into his smile and drown

In his hands when he touches your

Cheek.  Poppy-eyed in the millions

Of happy wishful pipe-dreams.

Flipside, realside, hand to mouth

Pennies, living like a dog.

Hungry.

 

Convoluted, misinformed,

Betrayed betrothals already exist.

Counterfeit promises and explanations

You would repulse in shock,

He won’t give up until you give in

He will twist your mind and persist.

But if only you knew his

Heart of rot, if only you could

 Resist.