It's not your looks, your wit
your walk or
your talk -
You're danger!
For the unaware
with unencumbered hearts.
Causalities-
of your boyish charm!
Disguising what should be
a heart
but instead -
is a skull and cross bones.
Poison!
No reciprocation-
your shell of a soul
has been left
devoid,
vacuous,
unavailable.
For She who lies, deceives-
manipulator extraordinaire!
Holds your heart captive
and you-her schlemiel-
poor you -
are but a proxy
of the man
you could be -
you used to be-
reduced to
a living, breathing
heartbreak-
simply waiting to befall
poor fools
like me.