I.
A rolling gait and a beaming predatory grin
Whispered promises of moonlight
And dreamer's lover's dreams
He deceived me.
I am.
His words are still sticky-sweet
But he wounds me more than sugar can save.
He'll croon and comfort me
From the destruction that he wrought.
I am his.
So let me pretend he cares.
I'll eat up his sugared speeches
Accept his empty apologizes
Maybe he really does care.
I am his.
And there is no escape.
Just leave me with my empty dreams
Let me cling to my shards of hope.
It cannot be helped.
I am his.
And his alone.