He illustrated with the colored pencil as he traced your lips
and the lace he skimmed on the outline of your hips. His motives lie so plain and bare Through you, a perverted stare He was drawn to your figure but that's all you are Too quickly to discard after imprinting his scar. Is it some medieval thrill: your heart to lance? Watch the burgundy spill, here's his chance Watch this hand, while the deception settles Your morals aren't solely where he strives to meddle. He blatantly ignores the shade and color of your eyes Instead transfixed on the outcome of his lies. You're the subject of manipulation, plain as his height Measuring inches less than a man-- should say out of spite But you can't possibly cast the anger he evokes Because in the end, it's your own heart you broke. His character was on display as you walked into smoke And mirrors he arranged with end goal of a poke. Oh, why is this not familiar-- this painfully, nauseous sensation Branded a fool, no credit to lucid inebriation His stained reputation is one he won't reveal But his boasting aura makes that hard to conceal. He announced his intention before the date's start But applying sober logic, you wanted no part. So you'll make the same mistake possibly another time or two Pointless to piece the slivers of yourself together with no glue So crawl back into the box that's designated Chaos and interest alleviated You're only as sharp as the sharpener allows Your tortoise heart floating in the gray clouds But beckoning black won't bring you down Fire engine heartbreak is where you're bound. With the optimism of yellow and integrity of white Little box of emotional colors, you'll be alright.
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