He was a killer
He’d never call himself a manipulator
He once called her Aphrodite
Now he'd call her a stealer

He was a smooth dancer,
He did it for pay until it became less for play
He was a smooth talker
He always knew what to say
How to say it
He wrote them in poems
Hoping she'd read between them
But she chose to never see

He saw himself as selfless
But why did he portray and play
She was Coquette
He was a fool, so he'd lose
She saw herself in search of something pure
Gravity pulled her to another
Someone she could never forget

Now I can't wait to forget you
But still I have love for you
Wish you'd find love within you

He was a book of burned pages
While She was a firecracker
Setting fire to all pages that came her way.