this I realize minutes into our conversation
I had your number; I felt secure in my elevated state of information
but you are savvy, and practiced in the art of deconstruction
you choose a soft spot and proceed; subtlety is one of your specialties
yes, you are smooth; you never want to lose -
you progress in degrees to bring a body down to her knees
yes, you are a king;
who taught you that?
you relish the view from on top;
yes, you are hard, and prone to talking way too long
my attention to your speech dissolves when I focus on your lips;
I can ignore your steady stream of flippant quips
yes, you fucked up;
you forgot to hide the cracks
I took your invitation with no hesitation – one involuntary beat of my heart
I know about the tenderness you store; who are you keeping it for?
and you tore me down, to a level below the ground
I am devastated, windswept, unalleviated
yes, you are kind, with reservations you don’t hide
I don’t want you to be genuine. I don’t want you to be real.
I don’t want you to be anything I want, or anything I need.
I don’t want you to be everything I feel.