Never Trust A Smile

It all makes sense now
The first line gave it away

"You at all into younger, open minded men?"

Why yes dear boy, I have been
On Youtube I watched all 27 videos
Of love lost, leaving you broken
And not understanding your words
I focus on the sad, uncertain eyes
That stared back at me
As you shut the camera off.

But there was nothing uncertain
About the intent you had planned
For me, yo momma, oh momma, mmmm.....momma

"U make me feel so good, I really like u
Could love u so easily, U make me happy"

Using your sad puppy dog delivery
I lapped up the shytt you offered
as* waving in the air, suffocated
Intoxicated, strangulated, as you
Wrapped my scarf around your neck
And pulled me in, what's a little sin?
Among friends or strangers
Dangerous only to me it seems
Who wanted to please, a virgin of sorts
To your inclinations, your derelictions
I did it all for you, only you.

As you spelled out my name
Using matchsticks, using screws
You painted each of my nails
A different color, rainbow happy
I was so certain you were
Full of me as you flossed
Those brilliant white teeth
Over and over
As I admired you
In the mirror

Never trust a smile

Your innocent demeanor soon
Disappeared, disappointed
I asked what was wrong
You were too busy with work
I lived too far away
You were moving to Texas
Your OCD was getting bad
It was all about you, all about you, all about you

I was rear ended, literally
Violently, unexpectedly
Causing a fracture
That couldn't close, couldn't heal
While you still texted
How into me you were
Even though you chose
Not to call, to hear my voice
To kiss my lips, my eyes, my neck.
I needed your touch
But you, ever the chameleon
Embraced the ability to disappear
I was still injured, restless, sexless
While you texted how you couldn't
Stop stroking your cock
I had you wild.

Using your OCD excuses
Insulated your behavior
Your compulsions, your inability
Your fear to feel anything
While I feel it all.

Free falling into yet another
Epicenter, a storm of your making
And you, with the tools of your trade
Whipped and strapped to your back
Positioned yourself at my door
Plying your skills, you had it made
But for a moment, my place
A cheap Motel 6, good for
One night, maybe four.

A quick reservation, a brief respite
Your leaving unannounced
As I box up the aftermath
Where it sits as a reminder
That you never even
Checked out at all.