Oh so bitter, the honey coated poison,
Thus was thought this time, I’d be different,
but the table turned on me, now none is free..
You say: I care, I really do…
But the only I hear are the last words,
but not for you.

Your skin pale, eyes slitted, poisonous venom..
every soundtrack of your wordplays:
only mean, I care when thou is necessary.
When I am a necessity, an item..

You take my hand in lose grip, and hope..
I’ll fall for it, I’d say yes but you’re a trickster.
None took until it was said what was craved,
you say the eyes are the window of the soul.
So that’s why you close your eyes when you say ….

You’re not needed.