it ends, like a soft sigh
for pleasures shared
and could-have-beens
may have forgotten to tell him:
it was dazzling while it lasted
but cold light sometimes,
he brought me shivers and darkness
made me scratch my skin shouting
WHO AM I
did he know? just who he was falling for?
said he had something to tell me
I knew ****** well what it was
I coaxed it out of him, confession time! “I love you.”
yes! he took the bait,
hook, line, and sinker
thank you thank you thank you
no regard whatsoever, for consequences and my responsibility, just,
wanted something to feed my own ego,
I’ve got quite a palate for thrill and trauma
another one down, thanks for adding to my collection
of trampled feelings and extracted confessions
it ends, with a soft sigh
of a man quite broken,
and a girl’s sated ego