My Own Worst Enemy

for mistaking your attention as affection and your sweet words for more now all the boundaries are distorted blurs. 

because just like the ghosts of the past who i’ve met, you got your fix and disappeared into the sunset.

didn’t you know i wanted to ride off on that white horse with you? I cant comprehend this thing you do.

you gave me the slow fade, explaining nothing because to you it was all a game.

our daily talks became less frequent, communication ceased, and i know you saw the text i sent.

This is nothing novel, different, or new. i just never saw it coming from someone like you. 

you spoke to my heart and got between my legs. what you do is really a form of art,

a craft of clever manipulation, these terrifying body and mind games of your own creation.

it’s only been days, but you’re already moving on, i see. will you treat these new girls the same as me?

to get what you sought out, you feigned interest. is she the one and i was your mistress?

you’re out living your life while i am left confused and sore. was I too ugly, was I a bore?