(#40) The Coquette

Say you don't like anybody else,
Here's the book, swear by it.
Don't lie to me, you know it
Will shatter me inside.

You, insensitive, it makes little
Difference to me anymore, the
Words you say, they once used to toss
My feelings about in a salad bowl,

Or on a dark ocean, those days
Have long passed, gone-
For the truth of time has surfaced,
And I was right from the beginning.

Pull off the cloak, tell me everything
Real, sift out the lies from fact now, wait
Your voice, no, don't bother.
I would rather believe myself, you play

Strong, manipulative.
That's exactly what it is,
There's two, three of us here, I heed
Take your pick then, go excited-

They may like being a part of your garden
During your seasons of amorous harvest-
Count me out, I will no longer be
Part of your little pick-and-choose.

The nights call and scare me with thoughts,
They have bred a stronger body-
I will not let them down, watch me
Stand tall on the rock that tripped my heart.