they say to love is to destroy
Oh, thank you, you shouldn’t have
I say, manicured nails
on your skin and a smile that
holds the meaning of purity.
You tell me I’m beautiful
once, twice, thrice.
And I smile and watch you smirk,
dangerous glint in your eyes.
Because what you see is a doe-eyed beauty,
begging you to explain the word to her.
You can’t wait to get your hands around my neck.
Well, guess what?
They say girls who run with wolves learn to bite,
and I’ve led the pack since I was five.
You think I paint my lips red so I look older,
and wear high heels so you don’t tower
a foot above me.
But it’s all a refined trick.
The cherry colour of my lips contrast against my teeth
so you can never look away.
My heels are so your eyes stay on my bum
each time they click-clack everywhere.
I’ll spin you out with lies and a bat of my eyes.
Poor boy, mum never did warn you
about girls like me.
Or perhaps she did, you just never believed.
You don’t know what to do,
but what I command.
And when I’ve left you,
Cold, broken and confused,
all you’ll remember is my smile and
shining eyes that day.
--they say to love is to destroy and, my, are they right. M.V.R.