it was his charm
it was his demeanor
it was his dashing looks
his intellect
that first caught my attention.
most importantly,
it was his words. . .
his words
when spoken
seemed to be complementing me
his words. . .
when spoken,
seemed to draw me in
further and further
deeper and deeper,
until I was hooked.
his words. . .
which tasted like the sweetest of nectar
turned out to be
poison dripping from
his pink padded lips.
I should be used to this
it was all the same
the same old game
now I'm left here
with my heart broken again.