Your mouth, though the smile is pretty and kind,
Spins nothing but webs of possible lies.
Your responses have brought me nothing but unease,
As if your eight eyes continually watch me.
You ask if I’m available within the week,
Setting the trap from which I cannot be set free.
On your web, you lie and wait
For me to take your obvious bait.
I’m stuck unraveling my emotions night and day
Since you’re tearing my heart as if its play.
The deeper I fall, the more I struggle
To remove your influence from my puddle
Of tears that now stain my sheet.
To you I was just a piece of meat.
I mistook your lies as pretty promises,
Don't trust a man’s word, is what momma says,
But I only heard what I wanted to hear,
Overlooking what was in front of me, out of fear.
Your venom of pleasant words only worked against me.
But why couldn’t you just see
That I desperately wanted us to work?
Little did I know, you just wanted to lurk.
You just loved the sight of me falling apart,
In the process of me, breaking my own heart.
