Yours words, your attention,
your attractiveness, your stature.
Charismatic, alluring, yet callous,
calculated, barbarous.  Unforgiving.
Poison wrapped in shiny gold.

Too many times I have succumbed
to your captivating spell, voluntarily
imbibing the intoxicant, your bewitchery.
Now gulping down my own elixir,
anger pumping through my veins.

Fury.  Rage.  Passion.  Insulated,
suited up, armored, ready for impact
as I stand brave behind my shield of
antipathy, the only reliable tool in my arsenal
to combat your charming ways.

Your attempts, your tries to infuse
yourself back into my heart, thwarted.
My indignation keeps me strong
until the mere sight of you
induces a ***** in my my armor.
I fall into your arms.