" i slept like a baby"

when someone says this, i picture them peeing and pooping, and crying all night

I don't care what people say,
I'm prone to what I do.

I am the master of my own thoughts,
So, rather than complaining
Deal with it !

His soft touch,
His deep grey eyes,
His heart melting smile,
And make-believe lies.

The way he talked,
Day and night,
About our future,
Not so bright.

His presence,
Breath taking presence,
His utter words of love,
And make-believe lies.

The way he left,
Forgotten the rest,
What the hell did I do?
You pest !

Other than his lies,
And his smile,
Only then did I say,
Baby, you're mine !

Now that he is gone,
I sit back on my chair,
Thinking why'd I love him,
And his make-believe lies !

My heart is full of desire,
But instead he chooses Beatrice Prior.