He was a myopic fool devoid of a future
but she had sunk to her feet in his mire,
blinded by his cozen smile.
She wanted to so badly float his boat
expecting a reciprocal of trust and true love from him
even when he had no flimsy idea of what it meant;
he’d won the favour in her eyes,
held his stones in his pouch,
his bird safe in the cage.
All this time she was barking the wrong tree
but the desire to make it work stole her second thought;
a sucker for love fed on the wrong diet.
He was a scavenger in the night,
left no stone unturned.
That was the only time he loved her,
it was all he was after
and she filled his plate with flavour,
Always the provider.
She showed up to his birthday party in her red velvet dress,
dressed to impress,
only a trophy over his friends
and three months later his line was dead,
when she’d bailed from her mates to make it her best night. Now she had to blow her candles alone,
and top her cake with tears.
The lonely night called out to her senses,
She learned her lesson.