So smooth;
So rich with your excuses
That win the hearts of many.
You believe in your conning talents
Because you’ve always
Had your way,
So why would you lower your expectations
For my return
Into your arms?
Because I’m not that one number
Of those many,
I know of broken hearts.
By your hand, they were shattered.
I am not so simple minded
With the desperation of a lonely,
Forgotten, throw-away of men.
You cannot brainwash
What is more powerful than you,
And I know that I am.
The Casanova of young innocence,
Is what your snake-like behavior
Implies.
Predator now becomes prey
With me and you.
So be gone now,
And disappear under the ground
Like the belly-walker
You so resemble.