I lie to you at least twelve times a day.
I take you out into the rain when others
would stay in.
When you have drunk I will offer to be your mask.
Your disguise.
I infect your body and your mind. Trick you
into thinking - this is the last time.
But remember how good I am in the
sunshine?
You'll awaken and think of me but I will
not think of you.
You may put me down - only to pick me up again
in a short time.
I spend your money but you will
rationalise this, say it does not matter.
You are jealous of others when they
have me and you will take to asking
strangers for a sighting.
Eventually, I will end your life but still,
when in your gown - you will think of me
fondly.
This is a relationship destined for death.
One you wish you never started.
But it has been ten years now,
happy anniversary.

L.Young