My mom fell in love again

Except this one was different

He smelled of lemon and cigarettes

Instead of the usual gasoline and cheep cologne  

Yes

This one was different

I could tell his "loving" words to mommy dearest

Were rip-offs from chick- flick scripts  

His mask didn't even cover his whole face

It left his widows peak uncovered

I guess widows and widows were meant for each other

He stayed for awhile I was surprised

To see his feet resting on the table I had just polished

The table used to be clean

Used to be

Like me

Until his greedy hands needed more holy water till it starts to seep

Through the cracks of his rough hands

At least I felt as if they were rough  

I wasn't one to turn my cheek

I told my mom how different from the others he was

Then he left

Yet again

A night in fake jewelry and free loading of a desperate man's wallet

She fell in love again