The False She

She's the one that flirts with you and you think it's just playful banter, thee enchanter. Like wine into the decanter she unloads on you like a best friend. Testing every limitation of the brain, oh detain me and chain me because I'm falling for her like cocaine stained on my nose. 

The circles you will be running will frustrate

you to no end and there is no stopping for a breath when she circles into your world.

 

When you fall in love with her..

Prepare to call it the dance of death. 

It could seem like a chance on romance to enhance your experience. 

Or it very could be a repeat of the story Macbeth. 

When you fall in love with her...

Whenever you’re about to you know?

Have sex…It’s really not sex..

Because between the decks of your bodies there is no latex. 

No outward objects are flexing or projecting fluids onto another. 

When you fall in love with a straight girl..i mean when you fall in love with her,

You respect everything she says and say give it time. 

It might be a longtime, it might a life time…it might be only at bedtime. Cuddling. Naked. Only cuddling.

When you fall in love with her…

Make sure to compliment her on everything her ex-boyfriend...I mean now her boyfriend?... doesn’t.

Recommend and attend doing cute stuff with her because you 

have this amazing connection. 

To you she is like perfection, you to her is like an uncontrollable infection…

Seizing her mind like no one has before. becoming obsessed 

to a point of sickness the thickness of emotions laid on…

All because I listened...

All the while she lays there next to him, she said she worked late she said she grabbed a drink with friends. She said she got caught up. She said she smoked too much. 

She said I was the only one and he was only her best friend. 

She said I would be the only girl she would be into. She said she said...

She was fucking him the entire time. 

So don't coat me with your lies. Don't try me out like all the deceits you emerge yourself in. Just shut the fuck up. 

I was your secret, I was your girl experience. Your tarred heart covered in feathers to disguise what laid beneath your rib cage. 

Stop texting me once a month, I changed your name to a spider web emoji. 

Catch your flies somewhere else.