Art by me. May we all be blessed with true love...
Our lovemaking was unblemished bliss
In you, was everything I had asked for
You always told me you felt the same
One day this all changed like the day to night
You’re looking for greener pastures you said
You really meant you were looking for black darts to throw at someone else's heart
The last few times we made love, you lay there like a dead log
Slowly but surely you touched less, and gazed out the window constantly
Leaving a silent path for me to sniff out
It’s not what I had done, but it’s what you were doing
You drew your map of deceit, and then left
I pitted the poor sap you sucked into your next drama of twisted factices
I should’ve warned him, but he would’ve never listened
You played your little sick game with me and thought you had won
How many future good men did you betray while looking for your satisfaction of unknown origin?
The last man you betrayed put you in a shallow grave.