Just Any Man
Your hair was down,
like I preferred,
and you wore perfume that stimulated my senses;
attacking all my known weakness,
looking up to me with teary eyes.
I look back to the days when
you said that you loved me, that I
was special, that I
was different. So different you thought,
but treated me like any man,
as you continued to suck
the life from me
to make me stay.
I looked down
to the part of your hair,
unevenly split,
unlike it use to be
when I held the sides of your head.
I lifted you from your knees
and bid you farewell.
You should have believed
in your own words.
I am not just any man.
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