It’s difficult
Putting together a mental image
Of what I thought I wanted
When I hear all these stories
That conflict with the integrity
I’d written for your character
I didn’t realize you don’t have any
*******.
I call it.
What’s wrong with you
How did you get like this
You twisted my mind into
Wanting to twist my body to
Impress a man I thought I knew
But that man is nothing like you
You steal my breath when you walk in a room
But along with my breath you take my sense of calm, my reason, my innocence too
The sad part is
I’ll still read these lines if you do