You came to me a broken piece of a man,
Starring sweetly into my eyes and captivating my hand,
Quicker and quicker the nights passed away,
I never would have guessed that for your sins I would pay.
This limerick is about you, theres no way around it,
No use in trying to be nice, wickedness is something I cant help but emit,
Youre not the first to reveal the truths of men,
But as of today you are the last one that I let in.
Your scars from the past, you show at first glance,
Knocking any levelheaded girl off of her stance,
My world was jilted by the jaded,
Those happy places now stand to be hated,
I cant help but blame myself for the deeds that were done,
Now I shall sit back and watch the web as its spun.
You made the day of the omen one I shall never forget,
Forgiveness would be soon to follow, for I usually submit,
But not this time, not for you,
This lesson in life would be a waste if you were something I would give into.
The worst part of all of this, I pretended not to care,
For what? A life with you is what I wanted to share,
I didnt stand up for myself and I was treated like a mat,
But Ill be back on my feet theres no doubt about that,
The strength in my legs I do not lack,
And the control of my heart is something Ill soon get back,
It may seem a sad excuse to be upset,
That my standard of a man has yet to be met,
Nevertheless its time for my head to be held on high,
Why should I care about your little white lies?
Knowing this, Im not ready to be nice,
Learning this sullen lesson will suffice,
Your memories shall fade along with this pain,
Answer me this, by breaking me down what did you gain?
You can be certain that question is sodden with blame,
Yet I am truly convinced you are bearing no shame,
This is just part of the game,
And you will carry on just the same.
You will leave a sad excuse for a man,
And I will leave all of this with my heart in my hand,
Yet again Im an example of how to evade this scam,
The Moral: Beware of the revolving door controlled by the BOY who thinks he can.
