How can you be
           So completely
different from that
which you repeatedly,
         portrayed to me
Caused I’s to falsely see...

Regrettably remember you
          opened doors for me,
flowers, cards and stars to see
a gentleman you claimed to be.
but try as you might,
the words were free,
                  of insight.

And fools do not become
                        gentle men...
Did you ever try,
          or only lie?

Memories creep before dawn,
                of your hands-on...
placed upon my back, you said
         my ribs needed to be fed,
                    as you lied in bed.

And something about those
cuts on your hands,
as they grazed my skin was
                  -- Irresistible.
Although you claimed
to be scared that they would
            scratch me back;
well I guess they tear me apart.

The doors you opened have
               closed, and block
    possibilities of
                meaningful talk.
And flowers have long since
       wilted and died
but not before you lied,
                 -- and I cried
And they became trash,
before they had died.

(should have saved them
           and thrown you away)