A Paper Lullaby

Please erase me off the walls of your mind,
tear down old letters, framed, and still colouring with age...
You weren't who you claimed to be,
just enough wannabe-enigma,
another "psuedo-mystery".

Your puzzle box
holds no lasting impression.
The pieces came together as easily
as they fell apart -
there was no dark depression,
and no beautiful art.

Only you in the crowd,
playing the fool - which you did best.
But, I let you fuck me over one last time,
for the cheap thrill,
and the easy kill
Lifting my skirt,
you took all you could hurt
and made yourself into
the mockery, of shit and dirt.