This is what comes to mind when I think of you
   I really hate clichés but sometimes they are proven true
Like a sheep, you were soft, sweet, gentle, and kind
   You seemed so different than the other animals I have left behind
Like a lioness, I watched you from afar
   Then I approached, leaving the door to my heart ajar
Like the enticing wolf, you tricked me into your lair
   We began a game of cat and mouse and I was an active player
One day strangers and the next so intertwined
   I acted from the heart but you from your mind
We got serious a little too fast
   It makes sense something so easy could not last
What does not make sense though are all the things you said
   What was sheep?
   What was wolf?
   Was it all to get me into your cavernous bed?
If that is the case then I am left purring inside
   Why tell me I brought out the best in you?
   Why push your way through?
   Why make me feel special just to waste my time?
How could you say you were trying to make it work while waiting for feelings?
   None of this makes any sense and my brain is just reeling
You were nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing
   That messed with a lioness who will not stand for self-loathing
I can say I do not hate you without the slightest hitch
   But here is another cliché for you, Karma’s a *****