Precise and calculated
Brief and unannounced,
I counted the breaths it took
For you to choke me
with all but words.
How simple it was
to have fallen in your trap.
A simple grin brushing my face
keeping this veteran broken heart
immune to react
Words fail me
for you have said them all
Poisonous apples,
ivy and oak
I prefer them whole
before another syllable
of this tasteless joke
Lured by the very same tongue
that once worshipped every line on my back
Encore, I say
for this story seems so un-new
Bowing down to the most lethal weapon
to which no human can remain immune
Do not act surprised, dear girl
For having gone in unarmed,
You are not the first
nor most certainly the last
To give in
to this man’s
-charm.
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