How many times have I loved you
just for you to leave me and decieve me?
Your love isn't true..
You come to me like a dream
and entrap me like a hunter-
the only problem is, I succumb
to the spell you put me under
EVERY SINGLE TIME-
and then you leave me, once again.
Just a simplistic little tool
to make your means come to an end.
I'm a fool; I know it.
A struggling, helpless poet
who can't help but be seduced
by your influence; confused,
and yet so aware- this isn't fair
that I feed upon your insincere
lustful glance- this isn't romance;
it's hatreds' guise in a half-full glass
of fast and hard completion-
you feast upon my disrection
and then laugh-
you sinful bitch.
Cure for my itch.
I wish you didn't exist,
but then I'd be lost; obscured amidst
my own mind, space and time-
just another fool who knows how to rhyme
without Inspiration(the devious whore
who sucks you off until you're dry and then comes back for more).