Romantic

Turns out

He'd lied all along.

Every statement

Every word uttered

Under his morning breath,

False.

His smile,

Oh, how it charmed me

Right out of everything

I'd ever lived for.

I never knew I could burn

From the inside out'

Like I do when I feel

His touch.

A menace, a coward

But an exceptional lover.

How did we end up like this,

A tangle of legs

And lies?